In honesty I had no reason to be there.
I was only a guest for the lecture and the dinner as informal as it was for members only.
An exception was made in no small part due to the gravity and standing of my friend in the group.
It was the first time I had met both a real alchemist and a continental adept.
Questions on the lecture followed through dinner, but it was once the table was cleared that the conversations changed.
For my part I stayed quiet, even when there was a natural pause where I could have asked something. It was better to let the alchemist keep talking and sharing stories as his mind moved back to those times then for me to ask a question to sound clever.
Besides.
By what right did I have, even if I wasn’t a guest to ask anything oath bound?
I wasn’t his student.
I wasn’t living in France.
I didn’t speak the language.
And I hadn’t done any apprenticeship with the return promise of nothing.
What I could learn beyond to intellectual presentation was how the man carried himself and his approach to this magic thing.
The aspect I found the most fascinating and divergent was how a continental adept was different then an American adept.
For them it appeared that magic was real and how it was presented on the box. It was not a psychological model, or one of elemental refinement and modern self-improvement.
It was magic and taken at a different level of seriousness.
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