((Alright. Back in the saddle. Thanks for the patience, everyone.))
((As a reputation'd Bonisagus, I'm rolling an OoH Lore to see if Gerulf knows Ra'am. I'm basing the EF on the information I found here, but that could be dated. I'm not sure. Of course, feel free to correct my EF assumption. Int 3 + OoH Lore 3 + stress die 9 = 15 vs EF 9 = Success.))
Gerulf sits in a simple chair on the fields near the orchard. He leans back and watches the sun settling over the trees, casting an orange glow across the grass. A part of him had missed his homeland, he admitted to himself. However, another part of him now longs for the comfort of his well-ordered lab. Though his knowledge of the Tribunal and its players is not entirely a charade, he still feels ill at ease in Durenmar. It is a sort of guilt which has settled in the pit of his stomach and whispers that he should be working rather than socializing. Nevertheless, a deal is a deal. He involuntarily grunts into his cup just before taking a sip of wine.
"Something wrong?" The boy's voice is just behind him. Gerulf is inwardly startled by the sudden intrusion and might appear so if not for the years of emotional suppression which led to his current reputation of dour-ness: one which he embraces for many reasons.
"Not yet. Know you something I do not?" he responds. He momentarily reflects on the adroitness of his verbal riposte. The boy, however, is utterly unfazed.
"Only that Ra'am ex Bonisagus has requested your presence at dinner on the morrow," he states. Gerulf sets his cup aside on a small table. He has heard of Ra'am before, of course. Good teachers are much revered in House Bonisagus. But, Gerulf does wonder at the reason behind the invitation.
"How many more stops have you to make for these invitations?" he asks the boy, looking over his shoulder.