His eardrums pick up the subtle noise, honed reflexes and awareness skills have trained his nervous system, he recognizes something important among the cacophony of mundane feasting.<br/><br/>He puts down his drink calmly, and stands up, walking slowly with determination down the long table, toward the center.<br/><br/>"Hello, I am Weyland Mathers."  He extends his hand in greeting with a confident smile.  "You must be Vivenne, Headmaster Cingriffon has mentioned you.  I'm glad to meet you.  It sounds like I'll be working closely with you."<br/><br/>He turns to Cingriffon.  "And of course, Headmaster, good to see you again."<br/><br/>He points to the flyer, "Ah," he blushes a little, cheeks turning the tiniest pink under his dark eyes.  "I thought it might be a good way to start off, a little advertising?  I hope that's okay?"  He asks, looking at the Headmaster.<br/><br/>"I figured you'd be busy today with more important business, I figured I'd contact you, both," he adds, "tomorrow."  He turns his foot over a little, anxiously.  "If you like we can discuss it tonight?"<br/><br/>He lets out a deep breath.  He is very nervous, though hides it well with years of experience staying cool under pressure.  His anxiety is not so much in socializing but with administration, and with those he respects.<br/><br/>