Four bells pass swiftly, and when the day's official duties are done, Zephirin quits the Vault to keep his word. Punctual, he stands waiting beside one of the knightly statues overlooking the walkway connecting the Hoplon and the Last Vigil. He, of course, had the shorter distance to cross to arrive at the meeting place agreed upon.

The Temple Knights at their posts do not turn their heads to watch him, but Zephirin knows their boredom — they will eavesdrop while they can, undoubtedly curious. By all appearances, the archimandrite of the Heavens' Ward is engaged in highly unusual idleness, standing about to enjoy the crisp night air.