"It's always a pleasure to meet an alumnus of the White Griffon, no matter how unsuccessful they have become." He said while extending his hand to Phloria first and Orion later. "You have grown into a fine mage, Lieutenant Colonel Beanpole."
"Thanks." She replied with a voice that carried the warmth of an ice age.
"Nice to meet you again, Jirni's plus one."
"For the umpteenth time, I have a name!" Orion tried to crush Manohar's hand but no matter how hard he tried, the god of healing didn't even flinch.
'He sure is stronger than he looks.' Orion thought.
"And I'm too busy to remember something as insignificant as a name so I call things as I see them." The Mad Professor had long since learned to keep a hard-light construct over his hand during greetings.
Petty people always held petty grudges for petty reasons.
"Then you have to fix your eyes because we are divorcing." Orion said.
