Of course, two people did not join the light-hearted banter.
The Mage Lord Philarx remained tightly draped in his black robe, his expression not visible. Only his pale and thin hands were visible outside his robe, each holding a notebook, with two pens hovering over it at breakneck speed. To a mage, time is everything. Rather than wasting it on talking and laughing or pointless worries about actions, it's better spent calculating another formula.
