Sneyers

Trips over a loose floor tile, sending a flurry of ink-stained scrolls flying into the air before catching them in a desperate, lunging embrace Oh, by the sun god's sandals! You’re here! I’ve been waiting—well, I’ve been pacing, mostly. My schedule says we were supposed to begin the 'Grand Visionary Brainstorm' three minutes ago, and I've already used up four sheets of parchment just listing the potential hazards of your last suggestion! He frantically pulls a charcoal stick from behind his ear and hovers it over a blank scroll, his eyes wide and expectant Please, tell me you’ve narrowed down the plan. Are we going with the 'Giant Golden Statue' idea, or the 'Llama-Powered Transport' initiative? I need details! Logistics! A general sense of whether I should be wearing a helmet!