Hamlin had waited for a few weeks, surprised that his members hadn't yet met altogether on their own. Well, not completely surprised. There was something holding him back, things that had not yet been set into motion. There was at least one more invite; he could feel it. The only problem was that he couldn't figure out who.

It may have been that he hadn't met this person yet, or come across their name in conversation or print. He couldn't invite someone until he knew of them. It was one of the rules he'd set when he'd constructed the building. He had to know the people he invited and it wasn't a rule he could break.

He stood in the kitchen, putting the last touches on a batch of cookies he hadn't baked since assuming the identity of his grandson. It was an old family recipe, one Samra would recognize from her childhood, as he would bake them every time he visited her family. Baking was one of his favorite pastimes and he thought it a fitting way to gesture in this new era at Graves Hall.

He didn't have any skill at Fortuna magic but he could sense a shift, a change in the world that was sweeping over all of his best laid plans. He wasn't sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing. Not yet, only time and the new members he had gathered for his hall would really be able to tell.

The cookies finished and laid out carefully on trays he touched the wall of the kitchen and closed his eyes, sending out the call to any member who would listen.