Leland was unaccustomed to being interrupted as he took his tea, scroll balanced carefully on his lap as he examined the flowing text that ran across it. He looked up at the sound of footsteps, briefly examining the newcomer to his garden.

“Oh—hello! Pardon me!” Leland held his scrolls a little tighter, shifting them. “I didn’t see you there. Do you have an appointment?”

He paused, waiting politely. Perhaps this new intruder into his garden solitude was a client, someone here to seek out his magical advisory. It happened often enough. Many were wise enough to seek out his guidance.