“You seem stressed,” said Gohvis.
“Perhaps a nice book would help you unwind.”
Jercash looked like he wanted to scream. After tapping his fingers against his forehead for a few silent moments, however, he composed himself. “...I still can’t believe that one of the most feared men in the world decided to become a librarian.”
“I think it suits me,” said Gohvis. “I only wish I had known about this place when I was younger. It would have saved me considerable grief.”
Jercash ventured over to Gohvis’ desk. “Your mutation studies are going well, then?”
“Does that mean this dream of yours is--?” Jercash cut himself off as his gaze fell upon Germal and Emiliana. “Who’re they, by the way?”
“My pets. You needn’t worry.”
Emiliana raised an eyebrow from behind her mask.
Jercash squinted. “Hey. We recognize you. You’re Germal, aren’t you?”
“I am.” The one-horned man shuffled urgently forward to offer a handshake. “It is a sincere pleasure to meet you, sir. I am a great admirer of your work.”
“We’ve met before, haven’t we?”
“Yes, sir, although that was many years past. I am flattered you remember.”
“You’ve earned yourself a few accolades since then.” Jercash broke for another laugh. “The Gentleman of Palei. The Vanguard sure didn’t like that nickname, did they?” He snapped his fingers a few times. “What was the one they tried to push on you, instead?”
“Ah, I am afraid I do not--”
“The Liar of Lyste. That’s right. Quite catchy, in its own way.”
“Perhaps a bit too catchy, where Lyste is concerned,” said Germal.
“Ah, well, don’t worry about it too much. What’re you doing, hanging around with the likes of him? Is he keeping you here against your will?”
“Oh, you see--”
“Leave them be,” Gohvis interrupted. “We still have much to discuss, do we not?”