Hella_Tellah
Explorer
"Where is the Heirarch?"
"Right back here," replied The Nemean, pushing open the saloon-style door to the kitchen with his back and carrying a large salad bowl.
"We'll get down to brass tacks and business after supper," he continued, placing plates in front of each of the new mages. "Meanwhile, why don't we all introduce ourselves, get to know one another?"
Sitting down, the Nemean continued speaking as he unfolded a napkin in his lap and began serving himself from the casserole dish full of baked pasta in the center of the table. "As I said before, I'm called 'The Nemean', and I'm the Hierarch for the Boston Consilium. That means it's my responsibility to keep all the Awakened around here from killing each other, and when people have disputes, they tend to come to me." He passed the casserole dish off to his right, to Thorn. "Careful with that now, it's pretty hot."
The Nemean took on a serious tone, looking over his tinted glasses as he spoke. "I've been Awakened since the '60s, so I've seen plenty in my day. I don't like bullsh*t, I don't like drama, and I don't like tattletales. The less I hear my phone ring and your name gets mentioned, the happier we'll all be."
He laughed. "But you'll probably hear enough about me by and by anyway. Tell me about yourselves."
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