[color=7bcdc8][h2]Orithius Pethris Wyrmwood [/h2][/color]

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Orithius peered at the others in the room. They seemed to be talking among themselves in a candid and forward manner that made him both uneasy and curious. The conversations seemed to lack direction, coming fast and dispersing just as fast. They would ask pointless questions that made little to no sense, or questions that seemed to have answers so obvious that they barely seemed worth the effort. He tried hard no to frown at them, nodding politely when she introduced him to the others. He took one of the seats she offered him, but made sure to take the one furthest from where the group had been bounding together. Listening absentmindedly, he tapped his fingers on the table- absentmindedly repeating the main movement of the Arabesque over and over, before he realized what he was doing. He placed his hand flat on the table and closed his eyes for a moment. He envisioned his favorite coffee mug at home, currently filled and being kept warm by the coffee machine. The next moment, a small sigil on the cup glowed, before it vanished and reappeared next to his flat palm on the desk. He picked up the steaming cup and peered at the others, keeping quiet as they prattled on. He closed his eyes and smiled slightly as he took a comforting sip.