Oriayen places his hand over his heart as he bows and replies, “Of course, madame. Forgive me.”
Theoria turns to look at Quintino and smiles brightly. “I’m glad you were able to join us,” she says, “were you planning on listening in as well?”
“Not without a few drinks,” says Quintino. “I’ll be right with you, I promise.”
Theoria nods. “Very well,” she says, then she turns her back to us and approaches her colleague; she raises her voice as she addresses the Architect, “Ezandinius, the Knightkiller has decided to join us after all.”
As I move to introduce myself to the group, Hadrian scoffs and abruptly walks away without another word. Baraka calls after him, “Hey, man, what’s your deal?”
When Hadrian doesn’t respond and abandons our group completely, I hear Raiko mutter, “Asshole,” u
