The embrace lasted for ten or so seconds, at which point the two returned to their seats and Alistar seized the opportunity to ask about the drawings on Caedmon's desks.
"They caught your eye, did they?" He reached over and grabbed one of the sheets of parchment from the closest tabletop, turning it over to show Alistar what it depicted. "This is a drawing of different parts for a special device that I'm hoping to assemble in the coming years."
"What does it do?" As far as Alistar was concerned, the diagram on the parchment was just a meaningless sprawl of lines drawn with charcoal. "Is it supposed to look like a table?" More accurately, it looked as if a table and a dresser had been worked into a single structure.
