Of course, he knew what she meant! He had just been surprised, that was all. Cecil continued writing a few more things down before setting the parchment aside and looking back at them.
"I think that is all... I'll go ask the old man if he'd like to meet you."
She put on a pondering expression.
"Don't keep your hopes up, though."
She slowly pushed herself up from her chair with visible effort before walking toward the door.
"You can have a seat while I'm gone."
She pointed toward a pair of stuffed chairs positioned against the wall near the entrance.
...
Cecil sighed as she stopped before a pair of heavy metal doors.
"I really need some sleep…" she muttered.
She grabbed one of the vertical handles and pulled one of the doors open with a metallic groan. Beyond the doors, she stepped inside a massive and chaotic room. It was cluttered to an almost unbelievable degree.
