Alexite Gellius Rutilus Thrune sits next to her.  He sets down his food, then reaches into his priestly robes and fiddles with something.

Sounds from the room around them vanish.

"Silent Table, ten minutes," he says.  "I've got another charge left but would prefer not to burn it unless we have to."

"So, is everything they say about Project Lawful true?  Or, for that matter, anything?"  Having thus asked his question, he begins to eat, efficiently; this is not a man planning to linger long over his food but one who does have other duties.

Alexite Gellius Rutilus Thrune sits next to her.  He sets down his food, then reaches into his priestly robes and fiddles with something.

Sounds from the room around them vanish.

"Silent Table, ten minutes," he says.  "I've got another charge left but would prefer not to burn it unless we have to."

"So, is everything they say about Project Lawful true?  Or, for that matter, anything?"

It's said in the tones of somebody who expects that nobody ever opens a conversation with Carissa Sevar in any other way.  Having thus asked his question, he begins to eat, efficiently; this is not a man planning to linger long over his food but one who does have other duties.

Alexite Gellius Rutilus Thrune sits next to her.  He sets down his food, then reaches into his priestly robes and fiddles with something.

Sounds from the room around them vanish.

"Silent Table, ten minutes," he says.  "I've got another charge left but would prefer not to burn it."

"So, is everything they say about Project Lawful true?  Or, for that matter, anything?"

It's said in the tones of somebody who expects that nobody ever opens a conversation with Carissa Sevar in any other way.  Having thus asked his question, he begins to eat, efficiently; this is not a man planning to linger long over his food but one who does have other duties.

Alexite Gellius Rutilus Thrune sits next to her.  He sets down his food, then reaches into his priestly robes and fiddles with something.

Sounds from the room around them vanish.

"Silent Table, ten minutes," he says.  "I've got another charge left but would prefer not to burn it."

"So, is everything they say about Project Lawful true?  Or, for that matter, anything?"

It's said in the tones of somebody who expects that nobody ever opens a conversation with Carissa Sevar in any other way.  Having thus asked his oligatory question, he begins to eat, efficiently; this is not a man planning to linger long over his food but one who does have other duties.

Alexite Gellius Rutilus Thrune sits next to her.  He sets down his food, then reaches into his priestly robes and fiddles with something.

Sounds from the room around them vanish.

"Silent Table, ten minutes," he says.  "I've got another charge left but would prefer not to burn it."

"So, is everything they say about Project Lawful true?  Or, for that matter, anything?"

It's said in the tones of somebody who expects that nobody ever opens a conversation with Carissa Sevar in any other way.  Having thus asked his obligatory question, he begins to eat, efficiently; this is not a man planning to linger long over his food but one who does have other duties.