Following the sound of someone clearing their throat, Llyr's eyes met with Branessu's. He smiled gratefully and bowed his head at her. "That would be wonderful, miss, thank you," he said, finding a seat near her. There he took the time to organise his thoughts upon seeing each map. As the Lore Master, he was going to need to buy furniture, among other necessities. The premise of a cold winter didn't worry him, in his bag he carried a thick woolen shawl. He had never encounter any other wool that would warm him so.<br/>As the swordsman joined the meeting, Llyr was relieved that he had not been the only late one. He offered the boy a comforting smile as he slipped back into his seat.