The candle behind Aymeric illuminates his office, giving a gentle glow around the rim of his figure.

Your business with him has concluded and you start to turn to walk away. He quickly puts out his hand as if trying to get you to stop.

“Oh and uh…one more thing!” he shouts after you. “A drink! We should make time for one. Once the conference is concluded, I mean. By my reckoning, 'tis long overdue.” That warm, comforting smile that you’re accustomed to appears on those chiseled features.