Ermon is late. Late-late-late. Casual clothes are in comparative disarray, hear is ruffled, eyes are red and wondering, lips moving absent-mindedly. For those who don't know him, it might look as if he is on drugs. Or drunk. Or insane. Or all three.
The normally cheerful chef has been pulling all-nighters upon all-nighters even taking a vacation at work to spend it locked in the Library and studying, studying and even more studying. When he enters, Ermon immediately sees all the pains of his existence: Asp and Telos, all in one place. This makes them easier to avoid by going in a very wide circle around them.
He hasn't been skipping sessions with the Arrow but he has been half-assing it the last week or two. And Asp doesn't like slacking off.
Which is why right now not only does his head throb but that is added atop the pain in all his muscles, even ones he had no idea were there.
Somehow, his Lex-addled brain picks out a ray of shining light in a sea of pain: Ariadne speaking to someone who must be Warlocks. Yeah, there are familiar faces but it's difficult to push Arcana Purviews out of his mind so fuck them. They shall remain nameless.
Ermon joins this scene.


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