Peony/Lionel/Merri | late morning | G?
As Peony and Lionel discussed the persistent presence of the necromancer, Merri removed the notecards from his pockets to glance over them -- not because he had no interest, but because he had at one point wondered whether or not it would be wise to mention it in his speech. He had asked Peony for guidance on the matter, and she told him to follow the Sage's lead; in the end, Merri decided not to say anything explicit. It was not the point of the convention, after all.
That the one -- or ones -- responsible was still on the loose worried Merri, of course, but these were thoughts to dwell on after the closing ceremony. He was prepared to leap into action should he need to, though he always desperately hoped that he would not have to and he was thankful that he hadn't needed to during the convention. Though would anyone think to attack Emillion when mages from far and wide were in the city for the week?
He tried to pocket the notecards again, but just one more time, he flipped through each of them, going through the speech in his head again. The clenching of rapid heartbeats pounded against his ribcage again as he neared the end -- oh, Faram, he really wasn't ready! He took in a deep breath and finally put the notecards away, rejoining the conversation with a strained smile.
"There are always very interesting stuff," Merri agreed, reaching for his pastry. "Machinists come up with the most amazing inventions--" His grin widened as he recalled the seminar Azalea had invited him backstage. "--and I hope to see what they might bring here, even if all they can provide us are demonstrations!"