Buchvold winced. Oh well, rough with the smoth, RaephaelLlana wrote:Gertrude looked up at the shadowy figure before her, assuming it might be one of her Zherisian Brothers, or even Master Larner herself. The blunt words made it clear how wrong she was, and she mentally sighed with annoyance. Wonderful, the Boorcan…
She looked off to her right, addressing the air. “And a good evening to you too, Brother. Yes, I am having a lovely time here.” She now turned to look directly at Buchvold. “Really, Brother, you should be careful using your wit. You might accidentally sharpen it.”
"Hmm. May I offer my congratulations professor? and you are right, their are a few more than you might expect, out here. "Llana wrote:The professor had no intention of course of answering that question; she was pretending to be a convert, not a chump. She did feel that she was entitled to a little gloating. “I came outside for a bit of fresh air, if you must know. The Shadowcloak honoured me with the news that I will be able to do my presentation soon, and who my examiners might be.” That would hardly be a secret for much longer. “I didn’t feel like wandering the front lawn and drawing the curiosity of the guards that might be posted.” She then added in a rueful tone, shrugging her shoulders. “I’d also forgotten about how many tents there might be.”
Buchvold is quite sincere
"So, you celebrate the possibility of promotion by getting soaked, professor?" Buchvold asks,
"Hm, I wouldn't allow myself the luxery, professor" Buchvold dosen't ellucidate beyond that.“Are you sleeping out here, Brother?” She asked sympathetically. She hoped he was, and that his tent was poorly pitched.
OOC. Sorry. I didn't read the description of the Statue throughly. I assumed it to be resionably destinctive of ezra. But you'll have to admit that coming out in the poring rain to stand still is a bit odd, to say the least. Buchvold is still curious.