A little while later, Weaver was coming back into the Lucid Parlor.
"What about the rest of us?" asked Grim, throwing his hands out in frustration.
"Don't be so eager," said Skullius, scratching his brow. "I have jobs planned for every one of you. Tall tasks. I'm giving you a reprieve before you have to agonize over them. You should enjoy it while it lasts."
"Oh..." Grim shrank.
"Speaking of that, while I'm gone, I need invitations sent to all the Stellars." Skullius turned to Gerriey. "I want you working with Weaver and Fortus on this. Get all the information on the Stellars – their accommodations, their names, and their general temperament – and then draft invites for a mutually beneficial conversation. Make sure to invite them here."
Everyone was surprised, but Gerriey moreso. "Me? Why me? I mean, I'm happy to do it – honored, even – but…"
