The bullywug was having a unique day today. It started sagely enough with a delicious breakfast, some encouraging words from his spawn mates, some choice words with a rabbitfolk on his way to work, and then paperwork while greeting visitors to the Arcaneum. Then his day got strange when a group of people appeared in front of his desk with letters for one of the professors at his work. He led them to the office, and went back to sitting behind his lovely desk to put more papers in one pile to get higher than the other one, a constant struggle to make one pile higher.<br/><br/>Then it got strange again, when a dark elf with a<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(230, 230, 230)"><i>wolf</i> </span>pet, and a multi-colored lizardman approached his desk. The frog-man sighed, looking longingly at his chair before he stood up with an exasperated croak under his breath. "<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(226, 80, 65)">Brrrrpit,</span></i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(226, 80, 65)"> welcome to the Arrrrcaneum. I am Rrrrreceptionist Bob the Overworked. </span><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(226, 80, 65)">Rbbbbit.</span>" </i>He said, slightly less enthusiastically than his original introduction - not as much fun doing it a second time, after all - and shuffled his wet-footed way towards the side door of his little office space. He closed the waist-high door behind him, and motioned for the two newcomers to follow him. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(226, 80, 65)">Yourrrr employerrrr is expecting you. <i>Brrpbit, </i>follow me, please.</span>" He added, lines he had rehearsed for apparently two situations on the same day.<br/><br/>He led the two newest arrivals to the Professor's meeting room, past the doorways filled with researchers and shelves of books, the archeologists with old fossils and massive tomes filled with scrawling words bereft of both writer and quill, and the legions of researchers and scientists that passed the duo on their trek through the interior of the building. It took them several moments, finally reaching a door where a number of voices could be heard from the other side. Without much preamble, Bob opened the door, holding it open for the newest additions to the team.<br/><br/>Almost as soon as the door to the exterior of the room opened, the other door opened to reveal the clockwork automaton, complete with metal mustache and monocle, holding a large ceramic platter with a collection of teacups and matching teapot, and a smaller plate covered in what looked like steaming, fresh-baked cookies. He trundled into the middle of the room, setting the platter on the coffee table, and began to fill the teacups, enough for everyone - including the two newcomers, suspiciously - and two extras. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(44, 130, 201)">Welcome, welcome! Sorry for the delay. I had to fight a member of the Professor's staff for access to the oven and stove to make these. Please, enjoy. The Professor was waiting for a guest to arrive, so it will be a few more minutes before he addresses you.</span>" He said, his posh, robotic voice echoing in a jolly fashion as he spoke.<br/><br/>After filling the cups, Sir Wetherby stepped to the side of the room, making space for the newcomers in the now-stuffed space.