Terra nods in greeting to her fellow Atlantian in between sips of her chocolate. "Gradicus. Good to see you again. You are looking well."
"Certainly didn't expect all of you here. Thought it'd be just him, me and his books." She slowly follows Gradicus' example to give the assembled books some attention - her eyes seem to lighten up as soon as her hand finds the first volume of interest. "'Quite old', indeed. Never thought dragons would hoard books until Olar brought me here."
he stopped for a moment letting Gradicus get out his jests, he is unable to frown, or rather, his toothy maw allows very little emotion but he never truly appreciated such jokes.
With a deep baritone, he says, "I am sorry for keeping you waiting, my friends. Please, let us make our way to the dining room so I can try to make up for being tardy."