“Ah, the doctor Cessair,” Gaius said, enthused. A familiar name and face, although he did not know the man well. Only by reputation. Both his mundane and more magically inclined reputation. Fascinating that the man had run into his assistant. “The board of directors were besides themselves when he accepted their offer of a position. I would not have dreamt it possible to run into such an esteemed scholar at a haunted house, but we all have our vices.”
The Strix chuckled, smirking a little. He'd shown up himself, after all, pursuing the delightful frights of the mundanes and the odd joy they derived from being frightened. He leaned a little towards Laura, asking slyly, “An adrenaline laced meeting. Did he pull you away from an over-enthusiastic actor or were the roles reversed?”
The Strix chuckled, smirking a little. He'd shown up himself, after all, pursuing the delightful frights of the mundanes and the odd joy they derived from being frightened. He leaned a little towards Laura, asking slyly, “An adrenaline laced meeting. Did he pull you away from an over-enthusiastic actor or were the roles reversed?”