[Reserved]

Recluse paid almost no attention to his tray of food once he had sat down, opening his notebook and starting to write out page after page of chiphered notes. He had a small, cold smile on his face that certainly didn't reach his eyes in any form other than a vicious spark of amusement. Landel was proceeding much the way he had expected, but... at greater speed. This was happily recieved, but it could cause complications. He'd have to plan accordingly.