Understandings and Tensions cleared (Johann/Privet)

Johann was sat in the Ambassador's office used by both him and Sivvy for their business as Ambassadors in the West Wing of Dies Irae's guild hall, quietly taking sips from the cup of tea on the coffee table before him. Of course, he would spend the majority of the time on this office at his desk, but the other side of the room, which housed a set of leather couches and armchairs, was the better spot for the occasional break, which had, after a certain point, become a necessity. The workload of an Ambassador was nothing to scoff at, a circumstance the silver-haired Rune Mage did not particularly appreciate, but it couldn't exactly be changed either way. With Sivvy's help, this circumstance was bearable, and he appreciated her assistance greatly for it. Though it seemed like that now, despite the small interruption between hours of work, he wouldn't be able to catch a break.

A quiet knock on the door of his office caused the man to look up, sighing, before opening his mouth, "Please, come in". The door swung open, revealing a young man, perhaps in his early twenties standing there, blonde, messy hair adorning his head, clad in the uniform of a Neophyte. "How can I help you, Soldier?", Johann asked the man with a neutral tone and expression, taking another quick sip from his tea. He had the feeling that whatever it was, it would probably be a nuisance. The man grinned with a sheepish expression. "I-I'm sorry to disturb you, Ambassador, but ...", the blonde Neophyte began to explain his intrusion, "... a man turned up in the Throne Hall claiming to know you. He said he is some kind of, uh, "colleague" to you, Sir? In any case, he wishes to visit you, so I have come to inform you". "A colleague?", Johann responded with a questioning tone. He couldn't imagine who would call themselves a colleague of his, not in Dies Irae, at least. The only real colleague he had in the guild was Sivvy, with everyone else technically being a subordinate. Perhaps the Magic Council had sent someone? Another Guild Master, or perhaps even a Wizard Saint? Possible. "I see, thank you, Soldier. You are dismissed". The Neophyte gave a short salute before turning around, opening the door to the office before leaving, closing it behind him.

Joh sighed once more, setting down the teacup and standing up. In any case, he was going to meet this "guest" of his, nit just to satisfy his own curiosity, however. It was, after all, impolite to leave one's guest waiting. With quick and purposeful steps the man made his way through the hallway of the West Wing and towards the Throne Hall, dressed, as usual, in his black and red Ambassador's uniform, stopping for a second when he reached the center of the guild hall of Dies Irae before looking around, taking a few seconds to let his gaze wander over the hustle and bustle in the Throne Room itself before finally spotting what seemed like the outsider. His brows narrowed, his lips pursed into a neutral expression as he made his way over, stopping a few meters away from the other, his dual-colored eyes centered on the Deathless. "Sol", the greeting didn't contain much warmth. Not after their last encounter. Still, he gave a short nod in greeting. This definitely was not what he had expected. "Former Colleague would have been more ... fitting", the man spoke unceremoniously before continuing on in a perhaps too harsh or direct manner, though, it was understandable, considering the context, "Anyway. What do you require? The journey from Tolgalen to Amber Island is long, so you must have some reason". The man eyed the other expectingly, waiting for the undoubtedly quick response, though he couldn't suppress the urge to follow up with a quick joke. "Haven't come to reap me, have you?", a small smirk lifting up a corner of his mouth.

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