[ Istredd doesn't have to wait long. A bark quickly followed by a hush is the first reminder that Ambrose lost control of his office. Mace beckons Istredd in with practiced warmth in his voice.
Most of the office is the same; many of the artifacts and tomes that Ambrose collected over the years are on familiar shelves, but the organized chaos of the room is gone. There are wooden crates nearby as Mace's personal belongings and many of Ambrose's are being sorted or switched. The enchanted door to his private study remains locked.
Mace stands in front of the large desk and holds an arm out in welcome. ]
Come in, come in.
[ Two plush beds flank the desk, each inhabited by a well-trained dog. ]
I found a spot in my schedule as soon as I received your summons, pun not intended.
[ Despite Istredd's neutrality, Mace keeps a friendly smile. ]
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Most of the office is the same; many of the artifacts and tomes that Ambrose collected over the years are on familiar shelves, but the organized chaos of the room is gone. There are wooden crates nearby as Mace's personal belongings and many of Ambrose's are being sorted or switched. The enchanted door to his private study remains locked.
Mace stands in front of the large desk and holds an arm out in welcome. ]
Come in, come in.
[ Two plush beds flank the desk, each inhabited by a well-trained dog. ]
I found a spot in my schedule as soon as I received your summons, pun not intended.
[ Despite Istredd's neutrality, Mace keeps a friendly smile. ]
Istredd, was it?