Millicent gives you a bow. It's exciting to think you'll have an entree into the society in Hondelet, should you desire it. [+Blood]
Timshel is among the last to approach you. The lines on his face have deepened and his gait has slowed in three years, but age does not deter him from making you a smooth and surprisingly elegant bow.
"I wish you a fruitful career, young Bandochel, and all good things besides."
Aye, so you can take the credit for it. You beat back your bitterness best you can. Like as not, Timshel will not dare to trouble you from this court to the much grander one you now pursue.
Onward