[ The study is, of course, a massive room--high ceilings, a comfortable sofa in front of a large hearth, two big, sturdy desks covered in books, notebooks, and loose paper scrawled with arcane equations, and walls of bookshelves. Normally occupied by two wizards, today there is just one. The door is closed mostly so that Caleb could anticipate Keyleth's arrival, and make sure no one else wandered inside in the meantime. This is meant to be a private conversation.
He opens the door with a smile--a real one, if a little nervous--and steps aside to usher her in. ]
Please do.
[ Caleb closes the door again behind her. There isn't a fire going, the weather has been too hot lately for that, but the room is bathed in warm light from the amber globules bobbing gently in the air overhead. The single window, normally covered by thick curtains for Essek's sake, is open today for a change. ]
How are you?
[ A gentle inquiry, and as good a place to start as any, Caleb figures. ]
no subject
He opens the door with a smile--a real one, if a little nervous--and steps aside to usher her in. ]
Please do.
[ Caleb closes the door again behind her. There isn't a fire going, the weather has been too hot lately for that, but the room is bathed in warm light from the amber globules bobbing gently in the air overhead. The single window, normally covered by thick curtains for Essek's sake, is open today for a change. ]
How are you?
[ A gentle inquiry, and as good a place to start as any, Caleb figures. ]