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[herr_bookman]

After his "conversation" with the Dark Dragon and Mia's subsequent tongue-lashing, Autor found himself chastened and in need of a bracing cup of tea. He picks up a face mask for protection from the flu and soldiers out to see if his worries about Oswin and Rae being infected are well-founded.

Catch him out and about in the main bar.

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[herr_bookman]

Autor nods thoughtfully as he takes in the information. "Then why would anyone want to be one?" he asks. "Just hypothetically."

[fluffiest_archadian]

"Prestige, pay, vast amounts of influence over the Empire, and they are the elite of our military," Sherral says. "They're answerable only to the Emperor, so they have great autonomy, and the assignments he sends them on - well, they're often the most interesting and dangerous assignments."

Beat.

"Not always - Judge Magister Ghis has spent his entire career as a Judge commanding airships, plotting troop movements, and whispering in the ears of senators, but then, that's what he's best at."

[herr_bookman]

"Prestige, pay, and power... that would do it," Autor says, nodding again. "Judge Magister Ghis probably enjoys his career as much as any other Magister. I wish you the best of luck should you chose to go down that road. And in the meantime, good luck finding his airship as well."

[fluffiest_archadian]

"Assuming he didn't die in that crash. I imagine that may put a damper on his career-related enthusiasm," Sherral says, a little dryly. "Thank you. And my best wishes for your friend - with luck, his recovery will be a smooth one."

[herr_bookman]

"Fair point," Autor concedes, raising his teacup. "And thank you, I'll pass those on. He needs all the help he can get."

[OOC: Thanks for the thread! Is Wan's still open?]

[fluffiest_archadian]

[It is!]