The Meek Shall Inherit

Bajie leaned back slightly, a warm smile spreading across his face as he listened to Megara's words. He appreciated the tranquility of the scene outside the window, understanding how much it meant to her and the mission they were all dedicated to.

Arlathan does have a way of grounding us, reminding us of our purpose, he mused, his tone thoughtful, he’d never had a real cause before. Slave turned gladiator turned slave, then set out lost in a world for twenty years after he woke up, a world he hardly recognised. It's a beautiful backdrop to the hard work we do.

He nodded at her mention of the upcoming meeting, his smile widening at the thought of his student. I'll be there, Megara, and I'll make sure my student comes along as well. It's time for her to see what we're striving for, to feel the energy and hope that this place embodies. She was also a gladiator turned slave, only she escaped with Bajie’s help, even though it cost him everything to do it.

As the elf with blonde hair entered, Bajie glanced over and acknowledged the visitor with a nod before turning his attention back to Megara. I understand, time is always in short supply, he said with a light chuckle. Thank you for everything, and for always finding a way to keep us moving forward.

He gave Jenny a polite smile and a nod, appreciating her patience. I'll be sure to speak with Jenny if I need anything before next week. He said with a slight wink at the girl.

Standing up, Bajie straightened his robes and gave Megara a respectful bow. Until next week, Megara. Take care, and keep that fire burning bright.

With that, he turned and exited the office, feeling a renewed sense of purpose and anticipation for the work ahead.

@Megara Fern