Welcome to Gaia! ::

This first-floor office is lined with bookshelves of solid oak contained first edition copies of all of Matasoga's favorite books. It's light is soft and warm, just like the guildhall, but contains several desk lamps should Matasoga need to perform any writing, or record keeping of any other sort. A laptop can usually be found in the center of the desk, which is carved from pure ebony. Several piles of paper are meticulously straightened on his desk, while an old pen, seemingly carved from bone rests in an inkwell.
Behind the desk sits a great, high-backed leather chair, build specifically for Matasoga, with an opening for his tail included in the design. The wheels slide easily, even over the plush crimson carpet, covering the floor. Three Victorian chairs sit before the desk, all dwarfed in size by his own.
The only sounds are the ticking of a great, old grandfather clock and the soft crackle of a small fire in his fireplace.
This door is locked and no one enters without first being invited by Matasoga.

Matasoga rises from his desk, smiles warmly, and embraces her. He gestures to the chairs and says, "Please, have a seat."

Matasoga walks back to his chair behind his ebony desk, slips into his chair, tail first and adjusts himself for comfort. He folds his hands and begins to speak.
"I want to thank you for making the guild your home, and the guild itself recognizes you, no longer as a guest but as a family member, no longer as a Disciple but as an Apostle," he says.
He draws a skeleton key from his pocket, opens a desk drawer, and takes out a black envelope with a silver stamp embossed of the front. It is that of a two legged winged dragon, in the style of the great blue dragons of the dessert, it's back half composed of a serpentine tail, on leg raised in a claw. A globe beneath it enclosed the letters "MD."
He handed the envelope to her and welcomed her to open it here.

Inside is a card key with her name and room number embossed in a coppery-golden letters. The elblem is repeated in blue, beneath and the card is black. A magnetic strip on the back grants entry to her designated room.
"You'll find your room on the third floor," he says. "Sergius will be happy to take you there if you'd like, or you can explore yourself, if you'd like," he said.
"There will always be a room for you here, so long as you remain often enough to always be one of my apostles," he said, smiling warmly. "The room is yours to decorate, however you like."

"Certainly," he said. "He'll be waiting for you just outside this room. You're free to go."

Saber walks into Matasoga's office and looks around for a moment. "You wanted me?" she asks.

She blushes and reaches for the object, enjoying the feel of the silk it's wrapped in as she smiles up at him. "Thank you," she whispers before slowly unwrapping it and clutching her new badge in one hand she walks around the desk and throws her arms around his neck giggling happily. "I've really been looking forward to this, thank you."

Her happy giggles turn to ones of embarrassment when she notices where he's looking and suddenly remembers what she's wearing. Her blush deepens as her breast is exposed while he fastens the badge to her suspender. She stammers "Th-thank" you in response to his complement.