“That sounds ideal.” She went through the process of writing out her number again and offered the slip of paper to the blonde. “Drop me a line if and when you put that together, I'll show up.”
The Thyrsus smiled and returned the little wave as the Sentinel made her farewells and departed.
I should probably see about making tracks myself, while the finger food’s flavorsome I would hardly call it filling.
“Well it was nice to meet you both, hope to see you at the next social; or sooner if you do put that Cabal fair together. I should probably head off too.”
With an echo of the Sentinel's little wave and a nod to the quiet woman in the glasses, the Shaman turned on her heel and walked slowly towards the exit; retrieving her plate and popping petite pastries into her mouth as she went.
Damascus leaves the scene