Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20171226225247/@comment-28358106-20180205033017

"That is where you are wrong, Master Markel. You have choices, and they are not difficult. The difficulty lies in your willingness to set aside your singular quest for the unattainable.  Since I lack the authority to sway you, then perhaps I should bring in one who might."

She waves her hand, and there is a deep, thrumming buzz. In the open area of the room, a wavering, violet sphere of light appears, growing to a good size, almost so that the guests could reach out and touch it. It pulsates for a moment, then shrinks as rapidly as it appeared.

Where it once was sits Thomas, leg crossed, reading a book. He slowly looks up and around at everyone, then to Adelaide, with unmasked annoyance.

"I was in the library downstairs. You could have just sent for me," he glowers.

"That would take time." Adelaide again waves her hand, and Thomas, chair and all, levitate slightly to her side of the desk. When he is plopped down, he shuts his book with a sigh and sets it on her desk. As he does so, Adelaide speaks.

"We were just speaking of the discussion you had at the post-Hunt gathering, Thomas," Adelaide says, losing none of her seriousness.

"Is that so? Hello, by the way." Thomas gives a sarcastic greeting to the four Band members on the other side of the desk, giving an exasperated wave.

"We were hoping you might have something of value to add." Adelaide's eyes fix on him.

"Yes, I'm sure I do. Especially as how being teleported into the middle of conversations is a daily occuence for me," he snips at her, clearly annoyed.