Overdue observations for ixis

It's been far too long since his first consultation with Naugus. Viatorus should have gotten back to the mage long before now, but as with most things in the Nexus, it hadn't gone as smoothly as he'd hoped. Between personal interruptions, seasonal distractions, and wrestling with what to do with his knowledge, the few days he'd asked for had turned into months. Not how he'd hoped for it to go, but in this case Naugus' exceedingly low expectations of him work in his favour.

When he arrives at Naugus' door he's adjusted the strap of his leather satchel countless times, straightened his tweed jacket several more, and hesitated over whether or not he's forgotten something. Anything at all. The strict eye of his high heeled shadow keeps him in check. Isidor insisted on accompanying him in this case. Too much possibility of trouble, she'd said. Something she couldn't happily allow Lyall to take care of.

With the weight of the forthcoming debriefing doubled, Viatorus knocks on the door and shuffles on the spot. "Naugus? It's Viatorus."