Johan's clipped, quick, and measured steps echoed through the hall of the Gilded fortress. As he passed by, lower-level members of the Inquisition would stop and offer a respectful greeting, which he would return with a polite nod of the head. Occasionally, he would spot someone's uniform not being up to his standards, or someone else would quickly move to look busy once he got close enough to see them. Each time, Johan would stop to scold them for not properly representing the Inquisition before moving on.

Johan had asked to have a meeting with Gwynevere, more so a simple discussion, however; he was opting to arrive a little bit early. Once he walked through a large door, he found himself on a large open terrace with a table and two chairs. Perfect, just as he'd requested. Johan would have torn someone a new one if- Wait, was that chair slightly off of his location specifications? Wait, no, it was perfectly fine. With a sigh, Johan sat at the table and waited for his guest to arrive.

He wouldn't have to wait long. However, the treats she had brought from Silbern had taken a little longer than usual to fit to her fellow Inquisitor's standards. Small baked pastries, arranged just as he specifically asked for it to be. All put together by Silbern's master chefs. Gwynevere was quite proud, she was excited, and the tiniest bit nervous. This was her first time meeting another Inquisitor, her own amulet signifying her station hanging around her neck. She wore her usual attire, finding the soft white robes more comfortable and fitting for her person.

So she arrives just a minute early to see Johan sitting at the table, seeming to have been waiting patiently. She couldn't tell how early he had been, but she hoped it wasn't too long. "Forgive me if I made you wait, Inquisitor Johan. The kitchens took a little longer than I expected and I didn't want to leave without bringing something." It was only proper manners, after all, when meeting someone new. It was when she was growing up anyway. However what little she heard of this modern world made her think this may be seen as a little 'over the top', as she heard it put. She sets the tray down carefully on the table between them before taking her seat opposite the young man. "It is nice to finally meet you." She smiles, genuinely happy to once again meet another Quincy. Another remnant of the survivors. "As you have undoubtedly been told, I am Gwynevere, the newly appointed Inquisitor. I will do my best to properly fit the role given to me."

Johan blinked in surprise at the veritable banquet that Gwynevere had prepared for their meeting. He was honestly stunned into silence for a moment before collecting himself and offering a polite smile in turn. "It is good to meet you as well, Lady Gwynevere." Johan returned the woman's greeting as she sat down, his German accent coming through rather thickly. I can't be bothered to type like that, though. Too cringe.

"I have no doubts about that-" Johan paused for a moment, choosing his next words carefully. He couldn't exactly refer to her as a member of the 'Old Guard' could he? She seemed amicable enough, but to comment on a woman's age was still quite rude and he imagined that was a fact that hadn't exactly changed over the centuries he had seen. "I am sure you will fulfill your role splendidly. However, feel free to come to me if you have any questions. I have served under the High Inquisitor much of my adult life, much to my adopted father's irritation."

He seemed to find things acceptable, it was a good thing she had made sure everything was set herself the night before. Having gotten through their initial greeting he seemed to get choked up on how to best address her statement about serving as an Inquisitor. Maybe he forgot his statement half-way through? In any case he had decided on his wording and found it acceptable, as did Gwynevere. To the point, and polite. "Thank you for the offer, I no doubt will be taking you up on it. I would rather ask for help than make myself look like a fool." She grabs one of the treats off the tray she brought.

"So how long have you served the Inquisition for, Johan? I'd guess a bit over a decade, but you never know." She covers her mouth for a moment and gives a short laugh. "I don't exactly look my age." She stops speaking then so that Johan could speak without interruption. It was only polite after all. So as Johan speaks Gwynevere takes a small bite of the pastry in her hand. Even after so long, she still loves the taste of these.

"Well, it feels longer than it has actually been. Despite my current position, I am only twenty-two years of age." Johan let out a wistful, nostalgic sigh before continuing. "However, I believe it has been about... Four? Five years now? That I've served under the High Inquisitor and essentially was kicked out of my home." Johan paused again, grasping a teapot and pouring each of them a cup of Darjeeling. Johan picked up the ceramic cup with a delicate and careful motion before taking a thoughtful sip.

"Indeed, and I hope this does not come off as... rude. Time has been very kind to you, Lady Gwynevere." Johan set the cup down gently so as not to make much nose, and took a pastry for himself and bit into it. It was sweet, but not over-stated. A well crafted baked good. "What about yourself? What inspired you to join the Inquisition?"

Most women were sensitive about their age, true, but Gwynevere was just fine. She swallows what she was chewing. "It's fine, young one. I understand your hesitation but I am well over two thousand years old. I am well past being touchy of my age." He takes a sip of the tea he had poured for her. "I thank you for the compliment however, glad to know I still hold my charm." She watched as he took a bite out of one of the pastries, and was glad to notice that he didn't dislike it. However, it felt like things were starting to get... strained. They were getting along just fine, but they were only discussing small pleasantries. Only so much of that could be done before it gets dull for both parties involved.

So, it was time to turn up their conversation. "So, with your power and station what do you hope to accomplish? Not sure if if our High Inquisitor had said anything from his recruitment of me, but I am hoping to step up protection of our people. We have survived over all these years, but our numbers still are only a fraction of what the Shinigami and Hollows can call upon. I feel it my duty as royalty of a time long past to ensure this new generation goes up safe and strong."