Sevar's turn still hasn't come up when Aspexia Rugatonn happens to take a step out of her office, between appointments.  Same doompunk outfit as the last time Carissa saw her; but on any occasion where Aspexia Rugatonn is not smiling cheerfully at an outworlder, and bending all her Splendour to the goal of apparent amiability, she does not come across as a grandmother-gendertroped kindly old lady.

Rugatonn glances around, spots Sevar, and frowns.

"When were you planning to tell me Carissa Sevar was waiting on me?" she says to her secretary.

      "I - wasn't aware that -"

"Whether you interrupt me depends on who I'm with, but if Sevar shows up in my office I at least expect to be notified between appointments."

Rugatonn turns to Sevar.  "Step inside," she says, her voice no less stern and harsh than would be expected of the Grand High Priestess, even when talking to Carissa Sevar.

Sevar's turn still hasn't come up when Aspexia Rugatonn happens to take a step out of her office, between appointments.  Same doompunk outfit as the last time Carissa saw her; but on any occasion where Aspexia Rugatonn is not smiling cheerfully at an outworlder, and bending all her Splendour to the goal of apparent amiability, she does not come across as a grandmother-gendertroped kindly old lady.

Rugatonn glances around, spots Sevar, and frowns.

"When were you planning to tell me Carissa Sevar was waiting on me?" she says to her emotionless-appearing secretary.

      "I was not informed that I should interrupt -"

"Whether you interrupt me depends on who I'm with, but if Sevar shows up in my office I at least expect to be notified between appointments."

Rugatonn turns to Sevar.  "Step inside," she says, her voice no less stern and harsh than would be expected of the Grand High Priestess, even when talking to Carissa Sevar.