Stephen should be looking for something to wear to the upcoming gala, but he is the sort of man to reshuffle priorities in his mind according to his own preferences at times. It's easy him to get lost in the university itself, compelled by books, and knowledge, and the exhibits on display.
In this particular instance? He is drawn in by the arcana exhibit specifically, cards of gold foil and carved wood and everything in-between housed between shining glass. He's read the plaque at least five times over, and he stands with his scarred hands clasped around his back, like a man who's afraid he might remove the glass encasement himself to get a better look if he doesn't control himself.
When someone draws near, he offers a fleeting sideglance, straightening.
"Curiosities behind glass... Reminds me of the Sanctum," he offers, probably uselessly to anyone who has no context. "Which is yours?"
arcana exhibit!
In this particular instance? He is drawn in by the arcana exhibit specifically, cards of gold foil and carved wood and everything in-between housed between shining glass. He's read the plaque at least five times over, and he stands with his scarred hands clasped around his back, like a man who's afraid he might remove the glass encasement himself to get a better look if he doesn't control himself.
When someone draws near, he offers a fleeting sideglance, straightening.
"Curiosities behind glass... Reminds me of the Sanctum," he offers, probably uselessly to anyone who has no context. "Which is yours?"