Unaware of the agent's thoughts about him defying her preconceived notions of a professor's appearance, Dalton led the way inside the workshop. Familiar with the space, he went straight for his usual workbench. Not necessarily assigned, but the Circle wasn't so populous that the members couldn't have their own workbenches. The space held more than enough for those who frequented the workspace.
As he placed his bags next to the bench, he glanced up as the woman stepped into the space herself. Dalton smiled, nodding absently as he snapped open the bag and fished out his amulet. He didn't wear it when he was teaching, but he looped it back over his head as he spoke.
“I like to think so when the magic remains stable. And it's no bother, truly, I work here most days.” He pulled out a chair from one of the other benches, setting it next to his workbench. “Have a seat, let me have a look at your arm.”
As he placed his bags next to the bench, he glanced up as the woman stepped into the space herself. Dalton smiled, nodding absently as he snapped open the bag and fished out his amulet. He didn't wear it when he was teaching, but he looped it back over his head as he spoke.
“I like to think so when the magic remains stable. And it's no bother, truly, I work here most days.” He pulled out a chair from one of the other benches, setting it next to his workbench. “Have a seat, let me have a look at your arm.”