There were few areas in which women were superior to men, in Orson's estimation. Nurturing was one (his present companion largely excepted), brightening up a room another, but where they blew men altogether out of the water was their knowledge of the social goings-on in the world around them. Ten years was a long time away, and so Orson depended upon his sisters (his mother was a bit old for that, now) being prodigiously blessed in this arena to help him reacquaint himself with Society.
"What of Rowle?" he asked his sister, gesturing to a
wizard stood dutifully by his wife and looking as though he wished to be anywhere else instead.
"He is still head of transport, I know, but I am surprised he did not make moves for a higher position."
Orson himself had never had the patience for an actual
career, nor, as his father's only son, the impetus for one, either.