Re: Chapter 2: Passages and Professors
Lissa didn't allow the stewards to take either her bag (with the tome in it) nor her oilskin-wrapped longarm from her. Both remained firmly on her shoulders as she headed in the direction of the sitting room. She signed in and stood by the register as the others signed (or didn't sign) in, circuitously glanced down and ready to offer any help. Actually, as they did so, she used a simple dwoemer to force most of the dust and travel of the day from her clothing and (at least she offered to) her companion's clothing as they did so. [OOC: Prestidigitation to those that want to be more presentable...] Lissa's long buffcoat smoothed out as the dust sloughed off, and the pleats were reestablished as if recently pressed.
Entering the lounge, she stood for a moment to survey it and then made a beeline towards the familiar face. Lissabytta embraced her old teacher warmly, giving him a peck on each cheek in greeting for good measure. "For you, Professor," the dirty-blonde scholar beamed playfully, "I came as quickly as I could! Your latter was both welcome and quite specific."
"You were always fond of telling me that books alone do not hold the key..." added when his light-hearted jab about her being a librarian at the Barrun Academy was made; Lissa remembered many late nights that she found Clarke ruminating (with his eyes closed) upon one of the leather-bound tomes in restricted section of the stacks. "And ... I hear that Endor especially beautiful this time of year." she concluded the pleasantries, knowing that she had companions.
Standing next to his chair, Bytta turned slightly so that she might present do more formal presentations. "Everyone," the bookish riflewoman started rather formerly, after first clearing her throat, "I present to you, the holder of the Barrun Lichtmosian Chair of the Jasitor-Corriel History Department, Professor Chestet Benjamin Clarke." She inclined her head slightly announcing his title, an open hand held to indicate the man.
"These are my friends and travelling companions," Lissa noted, turning to introduce each in turn, "May I introduce to you, Miss Annie Lostchild," and she gestured in Bunny's direction, "Master Merrick Tane ... Miss Clarrisa Silver and her companion Niri ... and lastly Master Zassil." The long fingers of right hand point to each of them in turn, saving the more exotic - as she knew that Clarke would have more questions for them, likely. "I started by my trek from the academy alone," she noted off-hand, "but these fine individuals have all expressed more than a passing fancy in your work. Well, at least, my stories about your travels have piqued their interest." She paused, in case, others had anything to say, not wanting to monopolize the conversation.
"In our passage over the mountains," she offered as some sort of additional explanation, "each proved to possess a unique set of skills that I believe would serve very useful as we travel. I took the liberty of offering them potential employment," she hedged her bets that Clarke would leave some of those details to her anyways, "I hope that you don't mind me doing so, Professor; you, of course, get final say on such matters. We can discuss their qualifications in more detail, as you desire." She seemed confident that any qualms the Professor might have could be easily allayed.
"But after tea, naturally." Lissa smiled and noted, taking a seat as more were brought closer to accommodate the group, "And in ... quieter, more private, quarters. We have many, many things to discuss, and I know that you are focused on the more erudite details. So, I would be happy to help see to the more mundane needs for trip." She plucked biscuit from the tray as she took the tea offered to her, asking idly, "Who else are you expecting to join us, Professor? Anyone else from the Academy? Or others that I might know from previous expeditions?"
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