Kozmotis takes the shift in scenery in stride, and almost has to laugh at how almost familiar the office seems. Paler wood and greens instead of the red with a window overlooking the gardens and it could have been his back in Orion.
He shifts his stance a little, feet shoulder width apart and arms linked behind his back to wait. He's not the one in command here, the owner of the room is.
He's also clueless as to what the proper form of address to an Arcana is, so he stays silent and waits. While he does, he tries to make heads or tails of whatever his ability to read fear will tell him.
The leather chair turns, revealing an opulently dressed Earthling man (or a man who appears to be an Earthling, which is more likely.)
"Greetings Kozmotis Pitchiner. I am the Emperor, numbered fourth among the Arcana, and this is my Conversation Space."
(This man is not without his fears. Can Kozmotis read them closely enough to have a hint of what they are or just that they exist and are present in a muted fashion, like worries in the back of the mind?)
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Re: IV. The Emperor
He shifts his stance a little, feet shoulder width apart and arms linked behind his back to wait. He's not the one in command here, the owner of the room is.
He's also clueless as to what the proper form of address to an Arcana is, so he stays silent and waits. While he does, he tries to make heads or tails of whatever his ability to read fear will tell him.
Re: IV. The Emperor
"Greetings Kozmotis Pitchiner. I am the Emperor, numbered fourth among the Arcana, and this is my Conversation Space."
(This man is not without his fears. Can Kozmotis read them closely enough to have a hint of what they are or just that they exist and are present in a muted fashion, like worries in the back of the mind?)