The conference was then joined by the representatives of the Order of the Raven, who entered the chamber with neither flourish nor introduction. The two men simply stepped in silently, made note of those present, and continued further in. One was a spindly, strange man with white hair, dark skin, and s garish suit. The rings on each of his fingers clacked quietly as he idly stretched his hands. The other was obviously much younger and more muscular, pale and dark-haired, with a more robust, handsome face. His clothing was more plain, though his cloak and lavender eyes still had him stand out in the room. Both had their Grimoires clearly on their person, the books hanging heavily at their hips like bolstered weapons.

Augustus sent Levi a telepathic message, [i]Remember: austere, unyielding, inscrutable. Like a true sorcerer.[/I]

Levi replied testily, [I]Yeah, yeah, I know. Fill them with fear of our arcane knowledge and all that. [/I]

Augustus tried to stay patient with the young Grand Master. [I]Good. Now keep your eyes open. Stay aware of any threats. For instance, there, those in yellow. They bear the ancient sign of Hastur.[/I]

[I]I see them.[/I]

[I]I will keep watch of them. Why don't you introduce yourself to the nobles? Don't ingratiate yourself too much.[/I]

Levi wordlessly set off to do so, though more wandered about aimlessly, unsure of who to talk to or what to say. All of this talk was Vespasianus' thing, not his, and yet because he was the face of the Order, he had to keep potential partners friendly. The Order needed funding to restore their facilities, which meant West Industries needed customers. But even then, Lucy was better for that job. Levi sighed. If only being Grand Master meant all he had to do was sit in his Deus Machina and beat the crap out of renegade sorcerers. That he could do without a problem.