Receptionist: You turned up when I was lost too, and led me here. How does that get arranged? I always wondered.
Violet: You would know better than me, Captain!
I assume somewhere in the building is a fire-mage department that foresees when a long-runner needs a pickup, and decides who to send. But all I know for sure is when I’m on-call.
I’m actually surprised you’re still here . . . I thought you wanted to get back on duty with the Order.
Receptionist: Oh, they won’t be allowed to reinstate me for a few more years yet!
There’s a rule . . . not while you’re still shorter than your own heartsword.