Ambrose is a very busy man but he makes time for the people he believes matter. Istredd just so happens to be on that rather short list, having proven himself to be like-minded and work-oriented.

But it is easy to get lost in his own projects given their nature and number. When the knock comes, Ambrose looks up from the tome he is pouring over and glances to a nearby clock. There is an audible thud from behind the door as he slams it shut.

"Yes, enter," he says as he waves a hand at the candelabra behind him, the flames flickering brighter from the touch of magic. When they enter, he stands to greet them.

The walls of his study are lined with shelves, stacked with various books, tomes and parchments that are too important to leave in the library. Small experimental devices and curiously glowing vials and containers are kept on higher shelves but a few are close enough that wandering eyes may get a closer look. A large shimmering orb sits on a pedestal not far from his desk.

"Istredd, a pleasure." His tone is deep but genuine. He eyes his other guest for a moment and nods. "And Sabine...please take a seat."