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Matasoga was dressed in his usual manner, a parcel on his desk, as was often the case when he called someone it. He sat with his fingers steeped below his nose, as he often did, particularly here, with his elbows on the desk.
"Indeed I did," he said. "We have two orders of business. First, please accept this."
The parcel rose from the desk and floated directly to her, before dropping into her lap.
"Now you've spent enough time to earn it on your own merits and not just because of the failure of those above you. You'll find yourself now one step closer to your goal," he said.

"You may want to suit up," he said. "Grab some defensive gear and get ready. My sources have confirmed the presence of a minotaur lair. It's a distant travel, but our airship should get us there in under an hour."
"This is, as they say, your mission, should you choose to accept it," he was quick to add. "You can stay home, but it is taken into consideration with your rank if you accompany me into potentially dangerous conditions beyond the property lines. The choice is yours. I present only an opportunity."
He stood and looked to her.

"No, by the gate," he said. "Oh, and try to stay light with what you bring. You probably won't need to be involved with any combat. This is mostly a matter of rank improvement, but you may as well be ready to back me up, while you're there. Most likely the charm spell will work and that will be that."
He walked to the door and held it open. "Remember, the gate in about ten minutes," he said.

Matasoga, as he usually did, say behind his desk and waited, the parcel, as it usually did, sat toward the other end of his desk. He put the finishing touches on the list that he was working on and turned his eyes to the door.

"I did," he said, keeping his voice neutral. He loved to keep those he called in guessing.
"That parcel at the end of the desk...," he said, with a curt and largely expressionless look on his face. "You should open it."

Matasoga allowed himself a smile and nodded as the silver of the medal was exposed.
"It isn't often, to say the least that I award a silver metal rather than a bronze one, to start with, but under the circumstances, particularly, this is the badge that you have earned" he said. "Wear it with pride."

Matasoga smiled, and took her into his arms, returning the hug, after taking to his feet.
"You know..." he began. "As an Apostle, this also entitles you to your own room here."
With a voice of an unambiguous tone, he said "Why don't I show it to you?"