Lucen chuckled. "Fine. Orientation."
She led him back through the corridor, stopping at an open door.
"Here's your desk." A small station, computer, mana gauge reader, and a nameplate: Ivara, Lucen.
He looked at it. "I don't have a title."
She tapped the plate, it lit up along with the desk. "This is pre-award. We'll adjust once you formalize. For now it's inventory, intel logs, drift prep."
He yanked a chair out, sat. Feels smaller than his couch at home. But official.
Gabe let him settle. "You'll be shown how system syncs with ours. We'll audit your interface tomorrow. Today you train awareness, shadows, pre-emptive scanning."
"Cool." He leaned back. "You mean I can roll in here and tag drifts like I did?"
"Yes," she said. "But with us."
He nodded until his head hurt. "Alright. So what do I do now?"
She smiled. Warm. Businesslike. "Meet the team. Lunch down the hall. Get assigned a pen, your catalog, and pick a guild codename if you want one."
