You sit down.

>A female initiate comes in, picks up some papers from the Grandmaster, and smiles in your direction as she leaves.

>The Grandmaster looks at you and smiles.

Speaking deeply to the Grandmaster, you ask, "How do?"

>A Master walks in briskly, papers tucked under her arms. "Here is the report you asked for." With a nod from the Grandmaster, she turns to leave. As she passes you, she gives you an expressionless look, apparently trying to decide if you are worthy.

Speaking deeply to the Grandmaster, you say, "There be fiters in town, says they is from Voln, but symb'l so no."
Speaking deeply to the Grandmaster, you say, "Figgers they mebbe needs learn how we teach it here."

>An initiate walks in, dusts a few things, straightens a statue and then leaves.

You grin at the Grandmaster.
Speaking deeply to the Grandmaster, you say, "Som'n say'd they was killin yung elfs too, but I didn see that."

>A monk walks in, sees you are with the Grandmaster, bows politely, and then leaves.

>The Grandmaster looks at you and smiles.

You stand back up.
You bow.
Speaking deeply to the Grandmaster, you say, "I try to teach em, but ... they acts like they still foller the edict."
You shrug.




Clunk

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