Laurentius goes so far as to incline his head. It's a small thing, that little nod, and by no means equivalent to the sort of respect a Laetan ought to give the son of a Magister. But then, Laurentius Vesperus is an Imperial Chantry brother first and that would afford him some leeway even in Vyrantium, to say nothing of these far flung southern states where there are no rules and where they are both playing the role of societal cast off.
"Best of luck with the rest of your work," he says. And then, as promptly as he'd first appeared, Laurentius swings for the door and makes his exit.
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Laurentius goes so far as to incline his head. It's a small thing, that little nod, and by no means equivalent to the sort of respect a Laetan ought to give the son of a Magister. But then, Laurentius Vesperus is an Imperial Chantry brother first and that would afford him some leeway even in Vyrantium, to say nothing of these far flung southern states where there are no rules and where they are both playing the role of societal cast off.
"Best of luck with the rest of your work," he says. And then, as promptly as he'd first appeared, Laurentius swings for the door and makes his exit.