Thrasos watched the clerk try to answer, then stop as a another person, this time a half-elf with the clear air of someone who doesn't sit in the same place for<i>too</i>long, came up as well. And then a scholarly elf. And then another one, a worn-down human. The clerk's face was a marvelous thing to watch, as it switched through various degrees of being so very<i>done</i>with this charade. A smile tugged at the leonin's lips, but nothing more, as Bob, the Overworked, finally got a word in edgewise and started leading them down the halls of the Arcaneum.<br/><br/>A diverse assortment of magic and mundane was going on all around them, and Thrasos could not help but feel like an intruder. True, he held respect for those of intellectual pursuits, but he himself was not about that life. Yes, it was a way for your name to be known, but... when what it required was being cooped up like this, day after day? No, the paladin felt as if him walking these halls was something not meant to be; he did not want to be here, and more than likely, those here would only be annoyed at his presence. Different worlds, for different people. Although, of course, with some common interests, which was the only thread justifying him ever entering a place like this.<br/><br/>But, the sight of the automaton quickly piqued the Leonin's interest again. So, their employer was somebody skilled enough to create something like that? That could only mean whatever they were hired for, it was, if perhaps not necessarily<i>important</i>, at least, not some mundane gruntwork. Grunts didn't get to meet the important people, after all. Now, upon entering the reception room proper, Thrasos considered just standing for a split second; the thought got quickly wavered away, and he sat down in the closest chair to him. It simply wouldn't be polite, no matter how much his body would've preferred it.<br/><br/>With the automaton away, the introductions started happening. First the one half-elf, then the other half-elf. Jovial, and grim. Thrasos smiled at the contrast. What a colorful group they had going here.<br/><br/>"So, while we're on the topic of who we are, I'm Thrasos Eucleia. Self-styled knight, but in practice, someone that goes around, hoping to do something interesting. This job was definitely it." Leaning back into the chair, the paladin continued. "And while we're on topic of tales, be they joyful" a nod towards the jovial half-elf, "or grim" and a nod towards the other, much less jovial half-elf, "I believe that it is more important that they are heard. So, as far as I'm concerned, both of you should feel free to share; we're going to have to work together for the foreseeable future, so the more we get to know each other, the better."