When Mr. Gravity returned to the auditorium, the melancholy on his face was so pronounced it could almost speak for itself, leading all liches to wonder if he might be the first to have ever rediscovered the emotion of concern.
Mr. Stasis shifted to the left, offering to Mr. Gravity a crudely hewn, barely square, stone seat.
"You know, Gravity, the look on your face could make me mistake you for a fresh recruit of the Advanced Magic Research Society, not a professor. You look as if you've just published your first academic paper, filled with uncertainty and apprehension," he said.
Facing his colleague's jest, Mr. Gravity scoffed.
"When I first joined, I was far better off than now. Uncertainty and apprehension? During my first academic gathering, what filled my mind was nothing but the arrogant belief that no one else but me should do it. Mentoring apprentices is far harder than conducting research."
