[ Now that was rather abrupt. In Mac Anu one second, landing with a oof on the carpeted floor of the Head Admin's... dungeon? The next. The landing sends a jolt of pain through Fandaniel — he hasn't bothered to turn that off because, of course, he wouldn't — and he grimaces, but it's hardly worth a complaint.

No, that's left for, ]

You know, I've been put in time-out by plenty of GMs in the past, but they never bothered with decor. [ He gives a slow look around the dour place from where he remains sitting on the floor, curious, taking in every detail, few though there are. ] Not that you've done much with the place.

[ That isn't what this Hien wanted to hear, he knows, but he's quite the talker. There's no way he cuts right to what the admin wants to know. ]