By the time an hour and a half passes, the dark is well underway, and an inexplicable heaviness has gathered in the bottom of his stomach because he already knows what Kell is going to tell him. He tells himself that he's being stupid. It's not like they won't ever see each other. Nott is only a portal away, and Wilhelm comes there most days on courier business. But the lump of heaviness sits there nevertheless.

Pushing through the door of the Muted Lute, Wilhelm locates Kell and slips into the seat across from him with a quick smile.

"Hey," he greets.