Replacement Santa is sorry this is so late. There's more coming, possibly...but Replacement Santa can't make any promises.
Morrolan's entrance-one month after Jasdero and Devit's appearance, precisely-was heralded by a flash of silver light against stone, broken inky by the silhouette of several very tall people and one shorter one. Castor smiled as he bowed, eyes still closed against the afterimages of their arrival. "Morrolan-san, it's very good to see you."
Morrolan inclined his head. "Indeed, it has been awhile since our last meeting. Well met." He grasped Frau's outstretched hand and shook it firmly, and stepped forward, Vlad three steps behind him looking around curiously at the chapel anteroom they had landed in.
He bowed slightly to Labrador. "It is a honor to meet you--I've heard a great many things about you, indeed."
Lab smiled back. "And I you, Morrolan-san. It is a pleasure." They turned as the fourth bishop in the room coughed, somewhat pointedly.
"Ah, so this is the specialist you two met at that 'Camp'?" The curly haired bishop was giving Morrolan a frankly appraising look, tapping his finger against his chin.
Morrolan smiled pleasantly in the direction of the fourth Bishop. "I have the honor indeed of being that person, although I'm not sure I'd call it being a specialist, per se. Simply that I happen to know a great many useful things."
The other bishop smiled widely, then, and bowed, hand outstretched with a flourish. "Allow me to introduce myself properly, then. I am Bishop Lance, and I test the acolytes for the rank of Bishop." His pice over, he straightened, flipping a curl imperceptibly back into place.
Castor did not sigh then--or very much, anyway. He did tilt his head as he spoke. "And now that we've all met, perhaps we should repair to the garden to finish off the details of the plan, shall we? Morrolan-san, I've arranged for us to be at the second set of coordinates days."
Lance sighed. "Details, details! We know what we're doing, and if this fellow is as fine at fighting as you say he is, we'll be well off. I'd rather ask him more about this camp place. If Devit-kun and Jasdero-kun are any indication, he's got some very interesting stories to tell!"
Really, considering how long he had known Castor, Lance should have dodged his elbow faster. Alas, instead, he found himself on the floor. He called out, indignantly, "I'm just curious!"
Morrolan's entrance-one month after Jasdero and Devit's appearance, precisely-was heralded by a flash of silver light against stone, broken inky by the silhouette of several very tall people and one shorter one. Castor smiled as he bowed, eyes still closed against the afterimages of their arrival. "Morrolan-san, it's very good to see you."
Morrolan inclined his head. "Indeed, it has been awhile since our last meeting. Well met." He grasped Frau's outstretched hand and shook it firmly, and stepped forward, Vlad three steps behind him looking around curiously at the chapel anteroom they had landed in.
He bowed slightly to Labrador. "It is a honor to meet you--I've heard a great many things about you, indeed."
Lab smiled back. "And I you, Morrolan-san. It is a pleasure." They turned as the fourth bishop in the room coughed, somewhat pointedly.
"Ah, so this is the specialist you two met at that 'Camp'?" The curly haired bishop was giving Morrolan a frankly appraising look, tapping his finger against his chin.
Morrolan smiled pleasantly in the direction of the fourth Bishop. "I have the honor indeed of being that person, although I'm not sure I'd call it being a specialist, per se. Simply that I happen to know a great many useful things."
The other bishop smiled widely, then, and bowed, hand outstretched with a flourish. "Allow me to introduce myself properly, then. I am Bishop Lance, and I test the acolytes for the rank of Bishop." His pice over, he straightened, flipping a curl imperceptibly back into place.
Castor did not sigh then--or very much, anyway. He did tilt his head as he spoke. "And now that we've all met, perhaps we should repair to the garden to finish off the details of the plan, shall we? Morrolan-san, I've arranged for us to be at the second set of coordinates days."
Lance sighed. "Details, details! We know what we're doing, and if this fellow is as fine at fighting as you say he is, we'll be well off. I'd rather ask him more about this camp place. If Devit-kun and Jasdero-kun are any indication, he's got some very interesting stories to tell!"
Really, considering how long he had known Castor, Lance should have dodged his elbow faster. Alas, instead, he found himself on the floor. He called out, indignantly, "I'm just curious!"
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