"Good morning, Kalalin," Lancelot greeted the Scholar. "Are these two your colleagues? I remember you mentioning only one would be coming."
"Eh, Lancelot? How did you get here?" Kalalin rose from his seat, somewhat surprised, before introducing everyone. "This is Sir Lancelot that I've mentioned to you, and his companion, Miss Isabella. Lancelot, this gentleman is Dr. Hazel Mordanie, an envoy of the Cult. He is in charge of a secret division of the Cult in the Abyss, I regret that I cannot reveal the location of that division to you; the individual beside him is Dr. Jester Fransten, who, after learning about my achievements, has come here temporarily through Ritual Spells. He will take my manuscript directly back to the Cult headquarters."
"You are Sir Lancelot?" the two members of the Black Cult hastily rose to their feet and gave a respectful greeting, "Please, take a seat. Brother Kalalin has shared many stories about your deeds, leaving a very profound impression..."