[color=f7941d][i]Lumos Fawcett, at your service.[/i][/color]

Lumos had been practicing what he would say a few hours before arriving to the said location, but panic overcame him. When Corvus addressed him, instead of repeating the line he had methodically learned at a normal speed, he ended up mumbling quickly, [color=f7941d]"LumosFawcettatyourservice."[/color]. You could see the blood traveling through his veins towards his cheeks.


And then he realized they weren't the only ones sitting at the table. As Lumos shook Corvus' hand at an awkwardly quick rate and saw his other arm extend to the man sitting beside him, he actually jumped a little bit, successfully hitting his knee on the table. [color=f7941d]"Ouch! Sonofa..."[/color], he said as he rubbed his leg in an attempt to make it hurt less.
[i][color=f7941d]Well, there's no way this could get worse. Might as well play it cool.[/color][/i] He thought.

[color=f7941d]"I'm awfully sorry. Nice meeting both of you."[/color] he said, more comfortably now, as he stretched his arm to properly greet Farrus. [color=f7941d]"Lumos Fawcett. They call me the Optomancer, because I can make pretty lights!"[/color] He pulled a small prismatic lens, and started to create a light show, as promised. He had in mind the countless times he had performed his trick before, and the also countless times he was told it would be more fit for a child's birthday than a formal meeting, but he still didn't care. He was proud of his "pretty lights".