Eddox inclines their head without looking at Sulen as they finish the arrangement to acknowledge they heard them. They fuss at the angle of a few flowers in their rose wheel simply for the drama of making Sulen wait. Finally they turn and face them. “I can be rather complex, I suppose, though often you’ll find I’m terribly, terribly simple.”

They bow and then pause, affecting the pretense of allowing Sulen to scry them, as if they weren’t going to do it anyway.

“You must be Sulen. I have not heard about you at all.” They tap their hearing aid to reveal the joke. “Yet one gleans quite a bit from the social miasma that hangs around Ashari.”