Whatever his real or actual interpretation was of Ford's 'blunder,' it was not visibly shown. Taelian's lips lifted very briefly as if to reassure the other, before he lowered his arm to place the document Hilden had given to him on the desk, sliding a bunch of the sheets together and straightening them up, using the surface as a tool. He then assembled them and placed them within the desk-drawer, before a dim blue light emanated from his fingertip, and the drawer appeared to seal shut. Finally, Taelian walked around his desk, grabbing his suit-jacket by its corners and pulling it from his chest, hanging it up on a coatrack that flanked a series of bookshelves. With that gone, he still had his white button-up, and his pair of black slacks that were kept firmly around his waist by a brown belt.
"Ford then," he responded. "You may call me Taelian; in fact, I would prefer it. We are not in Lorien, so I am not much of a Lord here... and that is something I appreciate, in truth. Sometimes, those Lordly bearings weigh too much; Radenor is a fresh start for me, as well as for you." He bowed his head politely, pulling the door to his office open fully and gesturing for Ford to step out first. If and once he did, the large man would lead him down the hall, offering gestures and simple remarks on the rooms that they passed. Finally, they arrived at the door that opened into Ford's room. Taelian undid the lock, opening it slowly to reveal an elegant array of furniture; like many of the other elements of the building, his room appeared early-Industrial, not dissimilar to what the room of a well-to-do Griscian man might look like. While Radenor was trapped centuries in the past, the Covenant had bought one of the few Imperial buildings that had been maintained, if only to project modernity and power.
The room itself was roughly three hundred square feet, with a bed, a dresser, some tables, lamps and a lounging area beyond the initial short hallway, and not much more. It was very clearly meant to be a quarter, rather than a place worthy of being called home.
"For tonight, I'm happy to let you get suited to your new lodging. If you have any questions, need a tour or simply want company, let me know. I'll be in my room, 220. You can't miss it."
The man placed a hand on Ford's shoulder, before quickly letting it slide off. He flashed him a smile.
"Good day, Ford, and thank you for accepting our offer. I cannot wait to see what we achieve."
