The Ambassador, now more or less having resigned himself to the fact that he'd have to pass a heavy-hearted goodbye to any recreational time he had planned, gave the man a nod after the other accepted the invitation to tea, a pleased smile, he was content with the fact that Aedion seemed to appreciate a warm cup, curling his lips into a smile once more.
"Very well, Mister Malphur. Please, follow me". With these words, the Ambassador would turn, crossing his arms behind his back as he walked, stepping into the large corridor that would lead the two to the Mess Hall. He would remain quiet, the only sound coming from the silver-haired Rune Mage the rhythmic echo of his steps on the polished marble floor that would resound off the cold, white marble walls. The structure that served Dies Irae as a guild hall was really quite impressive, one had to acknowledge.
Reaching the Mess Hall would not take long, Johann passing a few rows of separate doors and hallways to the left that would branch off to miscellaneous other services supervised and used by the guild until finally, the end of the hallway would be reached, a large set of heavy wooden double doors, currently wide open and seemingly locked into position, presenting entry into a wide space behind. With familiar easiness, Johann simply walked past them, beckoning for the potential recruit to follow him. He was immediately hit the smell of a variety of foods offered at the buffet placed before the open kitchen, from fresh vegetables, prepared in different ways to suit different pallets, meats, sauces, and even the sweet hints of dessert. Johann, admittedly, was tempted to indulge in what the Mess Hall had to offer, though was aware that with his ... particular eating habits, taking a meal in front of a new recruit was somewhat impolite. He would resort to tea for now, and perhaps come back later.
The Mess Hall was lined with uniform rows of tables and chairs, Johann gesturing first to the buffet and then to an empty table.
"Please, Mister Malphur, feel free to indulge in what our kitchen has to offer in any way you like. I will be taking my seat over here when you are ready". With that, the Ambassador turned once more, beelining for a table that seemed to hold various beverages, though, for the time, remaining content with naught but a teabag of Earl Grey, two tablespoons worth of sugar, and a hint of milk within the steaming hot water of his teacup that he carried back to the designated table. Stirring the drink, he would wait until the other man had joined him before taking a sip of the cream-colored liquid, the familiar taste of slightly-bitter bergamot filling his mouth. Setting the cup down, the man took a deep, almost relieved breath. In a sense, this little conversation over tea had its benefits, did it not? In any case, perhaps this could be seen as a break after all.
"I'm curious, my friend, and I hope you don't mind me asking-", the argent-haired Ambassador spoke up once more, his eyes seeking those of the new arrival,
"-what interests you to Dies Irae in particular? There exists a plethora of legal guilds within Fiore especially, and Earthland in general, that seem to have picked out their own little distinct niches, most I would say, a lot more accessible than this one. Tell me, Mister Malphur-", Johann would pause briefly, taking another short sip of his tea in a way that was perhaps more theatrical than it needed to be, though certainly provided a rhetorical emphasis, finishing his question to the other as he set down his cup with the distinct clang of ceramic,
"-why this one? What brings you to Amber Island?".
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