[Being unaccustomed to places of business, it does not strike Ortus as odd to hear a rap upon the door - or perhaps it is the excuse to set aside the weights he has been dolefully moving about in an effort to achieve what Captain Aiglamene and Johnny Lawrence both call 'conditioning' and he suspects to be a form of obscure hazing.

He dabs his brow and slips into his black outer robe over the capacious training clothes (a 'gi', as he understands) he has been prevailed upon to accept before he goes to answer the door. He blinks up at the young Warden through a skull paint of a quality that Gideon Nav would be proud of, in its smudging, and tenders up a small but genuine smile.]

Master Warden.

[He does not bow or scrape, though the manner of his inclined nod and stepping aside to open the door to Palamedes is laden with respect beyond those tokens.]

My lady is in repose, and I believe Gideon to be on an errand of mysterious providence, but I am certain she will return soon. Please, make yourself welcome - I will bring you a cup of water, if you care to wait.

[Ever since learning of the pernicious impact of dehydration due to the irradiating orb above them, Ortus has been vigilant against its predations.]