Kauzka-Procellia meeting [IC]

Dras Ishay waited patiently in the dining hall, looking out the windows at the quickly melting snow. On the table lay a small selection of books he'd collected for his guest.

The bags under his eyes revealed the early morning he'd had, called awake to deal with yet another threat of mutiny among the royalist party. It really was amazing how hard it was to corral the lot of them, and this had been over a bill to keep providing medical support in Greece.

But he did his best to hide his fatigue, sipping on a cup of strong tea to get some caffeine into his blood.

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