Veruzak looks toward Martelai, The spiders are doubtful to injure people who have already become mindless. Though I'd like all our, new possesions, to be guarded. The spiders, the brain-dead zombies, even the house, really deserve a guard. The eladrin glances about as if one may step out of the air they breathe.
Wizardly fingers flippantly indicate the note, The official claim form is permanent enough, until the site is reregistered with the local government. It's not as though you answer to me, the institute reinforces individual sovereignty. Apologies are not necessary, it was I that failed to recognize a member. Though it would have been nice to know sooner than now. The last sentence doesn't seem to be as forceful as before, Veruzak looks sincere in holding no grudge against Martelai.
He then turns to Bell and reiterates, May I speak with you alone, perhaps behind the house, while the group begins to rearrange bodies? There is something you must know. Veruzak thinks about Bell's heritage, and what that may mean to the girl. He also makes a mental note to buy grade bands, and update the IAC letter at The Hanged Man. So much to do with freshly made societies, even when they have Igors. No... Especially when they have Igors! It seemed to Veruzak the Institute for Arcane Ciphers had blossomed overnight, with new recruitment offices popping up all over! *It's no wonder I don't know all the members, we've grown exponentially...*
