Bishop had requisitioned the small meeting room at Hostel Hi again, where he had last met with his white knight. It had been an impressive display of talents, even though Bishop was old enough to question, whether or not he had actually been smart enough to realy pose a challenge. He was involved on the inside. Up to his neck. Probably even deeper - deep enough, that his head was under and his eyes clouded to the perceivable reality.
<Ah, the joy of the Lie.> he thought, partly very ironic, partly dead serious.
But the knight had proven a valuable source of perspective so far, so Bishop was grateful...and dying to get her opinion on his whole enterprise. If she would tell him. He had a feeling, that he was seriously outmatched. Should he have invested more time into his personal skills? Intrinsic advancement before external ressourcing?
But this city...this consilium had displayed no defense mechanism so far. And besides counciliar bickerings, Bishop had decided to just...do.
<Ah, maybe that is the problem. I am under the illusion, that it is done. Well, old man, you are very wrong.>
So, there was maintenance to do. Thus, it was smart to have someone, who knew the workings. But Bishop was not someone to simply hand out the keys to his car without having someone drive it first. In his opinion, it was time for one final trial. To see, if his knight merited a new lance for jousting, so to speak.
In the meeting room, his laptop was set up. He had prepared a coffee just like last time. Now he waited.
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