[ Viktor follows, quietly still, as he looks around the room with some hesitancy. But he will finally sit on one of the provided chairs facing the desk and the man who sits upon it.

His eyes swirl with intrigue, the glow of the arcane from his body faintly visible beneath the hooded wizard robe he wears. There's a prolonged silence before he can't help but let out a mirthless laugh at that. ] The illusion of choice...

[ How ironic that he's thrown into a place such as this. Or perhaps not. This must be his comeuppance for all that he has done. 'Good people,' Keita says, and Viktor's eyes trail to a prop lying on the ground near his feet. ] The knowledge imparted is worth a great deal. I'm grateful for your mentioning it. Finding those that you trust is of utmost importance then.

[ A firm network, one that Viktor isn't sure he deserves or should be allowed... ]