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The Magus wasn’t nearly as terrifying as his nerves, and the Magus’ appearance, made him out to be. He was cordial, if not a little stern, so Khaemtir offered Master Dagon another bow and his thanks. Despite the seemingly harmless conversation, Master Dagon’s eyes were haunting Khaetmir was irrationally afraid of what they may see. His worst secret, if one can even call it that, was skipping classes, procrastinating on his studies, and giving his mother the run around so he had no need to be worried but still. The Cult of the Crow specialized in Divination and he couldn’t even imagine the things they must look into about their Novitiates before selecting them. Khaemtir only hoped it was a good thing. 

He turned back to his fellow Novitiates and flashed a quick thumbs up. [color=E7D500]“Well, you heard our Master! Time for us to mingle with the other Novitiates.”[/color] Khaemtir slung his arm around their shoulders, or in Radaam’s case tried to because he was a giant so he settled for around his arm instead, and pulled them in. [color=E7D500]“So since we’re all hanging out later we should branch out for now, get a little gossip on everyone, and reconvene at my place to discuss! Mother will be okay with Ishara―Mother will probably find Lady Thumotep before I do actually―but you’re a new face so she’ll want to meet your family. Make sure you find me before you leave or I’ll have to send a messenger to your house to fetch you all and that is actually more of a hassle than you’d think.”[/color]

[color=FF47D8]“We should greet your mother first. She will want to congratulate you.”[/color] Udjebten piped up from his side.

[color=E7D500]“You heard Master Dagon. We need to greet our fellow Novitiates.”[/color] Khaemtir waved at his Tutelary dismissively. Did he absolutely use Master Dagon as an escape? Of course. [color=E7D500]“Plus, we’ll have plenty of time afterwards. This looks like it’ll go on for quite a while.”[/color] Udjebten gave him a knowing look and shook her head.

[color=FF47D8]“A quick stop with an explanation should satisfy her for a while. I’m sure your sister would also appreciate it.”[/color] Udjebten insisted. Khaemtir only shook his head and dove into the crowd, much to Udjebten’s annoyance. If he went back to his family now, it would become about [i]the family[/i]. He wanted to bask in the knowledge that this was still about him for a little while. He looked around a while and spied another familiar face: Beatrice Eldri. At least he thought it was Beatrice. Again, another family he recognized but a person he didn’t bother pushing to meet. It didn’t matter. He’d make friends with them soon enough!

Khaetmir paused a table over instead of calling out to Berdine when he realized she was approaching a Sorcerer-Magus that he recognized from being on one of the daises. That must be her new master and the Novitiate next to her radiating annoyance must be one of the others called. Kjaemtir didn’t recognize her in the faintest, suggesting that she didn’t attend Pesedjet and she wasn’t part of the aristocracy, but she clearly wasn’t part of the commoner class like Radaam. She was still dressed well and appropriately. Maybe her family just hadn’t made it into the upper levels of society or perhaps they were new to their wealth. Radaam still had that quaint accent so maybe it was just that he was new to the city and her family wasn’t. 
Either way, Khaemtir settled down at his table to watch. Whatever this mystery person was going to do was probably going to cause a little excitement and he wasn’t one to deny himself the fun. And then afterwards, he’d introduce himself. It was perfect!

[right][sub] Peacing out on [@Crusader Lord][@Obscene Symphony] til [i]later[/i] and then waiting for [@Hero][@Vec] to get bossed around.[/sub][/right]