A knocking at the door stirred his attention away from the book. He placed the book in one of the desk's drawers, using a letter opener to mark his page. He glanced at the iridescent quill and inkwell that lay on his desk, surrounded by sheafs of paperwork, open letters, and a few large ledgers. It looked like a mess, but it was organised chaos. Rav had enough clear space to work on anything but one of the ledgers.
"Come," he beckoned, as he smoothed out the wrinkles in his dark grey uniform. He had the freedom to wear whatever he liked, now that he was Gaidin. However as Master of Training it seemed fitting that he wore the same uniform as the people under his supervision, albeit in a blacker shade to denote his seniority. That and the fancloak which he wore even now. And the golden pin - the laurel wreathed sword - that was a symbol of his office.
The door opened to emit one of the liveried servants. "Betrys Sedai is here to see you, Master Darrow." Despite himself, Rav rose to his feet. Master of Training may have the equivalent position as Mistress of Novices, but he still wasn't sure if that meant he had precedence over a Sister of the Tower. Mentally, he shrugged. For a friend, it didn't matter, and for the rest, Daes Dae'mar had no place within the four walls of his office.
Again, despite himself - but she is a friend - he saluted hand-on-heart as she entered. "Betrys Sedai. It is a pleasure." He gestured to the matching leather-backed chair on the opposite side of his desk, before looking back at the servant. "Can you bring some tea in for the Sister and me, thank you." Once the servant started to turn to leave, Rav sunk back into his chair. "It is good to see you raised to the shawl."



