>Then let's sample a couple of those biscuits. And a pomegranate if they have one.
>And then find a relatively quiet seat to try and recoup some strength before the girls arrive. One way or the other, we still have work to do today.
>While there seems to be no pomegranate in evidence, you do avail yourself of the biscuits. Hmmm... crispy. More sweet than sour. Pretty decent.
>Food in hand, you go find the most comfortable-looking chair in the lounge and sink into it with a sigh. Okay, in
this respect, they may have your old guildhall beaten.
>Time passes, as you slowly nibble away at the biscuits and let your weary body rest. Someone inquires after a Satomi, to a round of shrugs and mention of a job in Meijima. A pair of Seekers nearby debate tax exemptions. Footsteps come and go downstairs, the chipper voice of the attendant drifting upwards as she accepts a petition regarding a stolen hat. At some point you must have fallen asleep, because it is with some alarm that you are jolted alert by someone shouting your name at an unreasonable volume.
>"Nazrin! I'm back!"