"Ok," Thomas realised that his master wasn't looking for him, but for Remy. and soon, that refined looking lady appeared in front of William.
"You really know how to entice the audience," she chuckled as she approached with Thomas, motioning her head towards the crazy folks around, "minutes ago they were complaining, and now they are shouting in excitement. That's a great skill if you asked me."
"I didn't intend for any of this to happen," William shrugged, before finally adding what he wanted her to do, "I want a desk, lots of scrolls, in different sizes, and enough ink pots and brushes."
"This…" the expression over Remy's face was priceless. She thought he'd ask for anything else, but never thought about any of this, "what for?"
"It's my business,"
"Ok," Remy wanted to know, but something told her she wouldn't get an answer from William. And so, she simply retreated and started to arrange what William demanded.