As Orina introduced her eclectic entourage, Callisto allowed himself the opportunity to make assessments which he could mull over later. There were a number of beasts in attendance from several influential corners of the Imperium and he was keen not to play his paw too hastily around such beasts.
What a gathering Orina had accrued: it spoke as much about her ability to network across the web of the city as it did the manner of beasts within it. He’d spent some time in Bully Harbour over the years though work had often required he be posted elsewhere. Many rumours and comments on the beasts had come from his tenure in Maquisty Cape, and swiftly he was beginning to discern which were hyperbole and which held truth.
The Freemont jack introduced himself and the other mustelid inclined his head in polite acknowledgement, first to Caden and then his daughter. The Freemonts, at least, were a familiar name to him: he was curious to say the least though today would not be the one to pry. Still, he noted it – and the practiced ease of a noble. Having faced the unpleasant challenge of needing to learn the intricacies of high society’s expectations himself, such was not lost on him. “A pleasure indeed, sir. I look forward to it, also: my information comes from Amarone, so I look forward to refreshing myself more with the city and its politics proper.”
Amber eyes turned next on the vixen with the unique coat, offering a further polite half-bow. “Ah, now how could I forget a Ryalor? Mileya, was it not?” Experience had taught the benefit of collecting names, but a striking look such as hers, paired with that family name, had gone a long way to help such. “You are too kind, madam. I’d always enjoy a conversation with you on your thoughts as to the goings-on in Amarone: ‘tis rare to see a beast with such knowledge outside of the walls, these days.” The todd beside her seemed as uncertain of what to do with himself as Caden’s daughter. He made mental note to sit Fearne closer to them when the time came, for she was likewise.
Juneau, meanwhile, was momentarily taken aback by the brashness of Aramaeus. The ferret had begun to open his mouth with an admonishment ready when the Vice-Minister half-raised a large paw. He resolved to offer thin-lipped silence and a set jaw. Callisto, meanwhile, took the offered paw and gave it a hearty squeeze. This fox was either an imbecile or playing some sort of game and he was determined to discover exactly which by the end of the day. Either way the golden todd might yet have some utility by being tied to Justice: better to keep him sweet.
“A forward-thinker, indeed,” he chuckled. “I admire your drive, for which Justice must surely be in appreciation of, but I fear we are getting rather ahead of ourselves with such bold ideas., are we not? A glance to Orina, wondering if this was an intention of hers. “I believe our table should be ready, and I do so prefer a robust conversation over a glass of wine.”
