Unforgivable Heresy

"Oh, just the convening of the first, second, third, and possibly fourth congress of Godlark and Tel'vree. Nothing to worry about. You need not show us the way, we're more than capable of finding the chamber on our own." Magtok waves a hand dismissively, and tries to walk right on past the dwarf, putting on his best 'I know exactly what I'm doing, it's serious business, and I'm definitely not up to any shenanigans' face.