It was a bit of a trek between his Baxendale office and the Circle's attic workspace, but Dalton enjoyed his work and the conversations at the Circle too much to mind it. Today, he also had some work waiting for him, an interesting enough challenge that he'd unearthed more of his old research. What the enchantment would do wasn't revolutionary, but the theory behind it was always worth doing the small stuff. The simplest of enchantments could have a trove of valuable theory behind it.
That brought him to the Exchange building, climbing the stairs with an old journal of his tucked under his arm. He already had some of his written work tucked away in the Circle shelves, but this was some of his more personal experimentation in the past. He could adapt the work he'd done in the past, and it would suit the sort of enchantment he assumed the agent would want. Dalton still had to clarify the details, of course, even if he'd come prepared.
As he neared the top of the stairwell and the top floor of the building, he saw the woman sitting on the top stair. Shifting the book to his other hand, Dalton paused a few steps below her, so he wouldn't loom. “Waiting for someone?”
That brought him to the Exchange building, climbing the stairs with an old journal of his tucked under his arm. He already had some of his written work tucked away in the Circle shelves, but this was some of his more personal experimentation in the past. He could adapt the work he'd done in the past, and it would suit the sort of enchantment he assumed the agent would want. Dalton still had to clarify the details, of course, even if he'd come prepared.
As he neared the top of the stairwell and the top floor of the building, he saw the woman sitting on the top stair. Shifting the book to his other hand, Dalton paused a few steps below her, so he wouldn't loom. “Waiting for someone?”