Siana/Bram | 08:00am | Park in the Commoners District.
He glanced up at the sound of that familiar voice, Banes’ greeting jerking him out of his contemplative lull over the paper. “Morning,” Bram said, perhaps a little sheepishly — it was always slightly odd, these moments running into a colleague outside their usual spheres, like a student surprised to discover that their teacher still existed outside the halls of the academy. He’d grown more accustomed to it with his older officers, however: Siana was one of few he’d welcome into his private circumference this early.
“Take a seat, if you’re willing.” Shieldwyrm lurked just a block away, the angles and lines of the guildhall beckoning them to the start of their workday… but not just yet.