Camulus's room, Wednesday evening

[godinakilt]

Camulus, still worrying over Stildyne's problem as he finished his solitary meal and washed up, stretched out with a book to distract himself. Camulus was an avid reader, one of the sharper Goa'ulds in the knife drawer, and devoured Earth literature. Especially that which deals with his personal sphere of influence: war. He was looking forward to a

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[btw_newtoaster]

And then there was a knock on the door.

An insufferably cheerful knock.

[godinakilt]

There was only one man who could make his knock drip with cheerfulness, and Camulus groaned. So much for his quiet night.

"Come in, Orlin."

[btw_newtoaster]

Orlin came in, looking puzzled, "How did you know it was me?"

[godinakilt]

Camulus lifted an eyebrow, not moving from his armchair nor lowering his book. "Does it matter? It is you."