After the raucous banquet, the attendants moved quickly to clear the tables, hauling away what remained of the feast.
Some of it was still fit to be warmed and served again.
Some of it had already been picked over.
None of it would go to waste. Hungry ghosts, true to their name, were never difficult to feed.
"Alright," Calyx said, raising his voice just enough to gather the attention of the new disciples.
"We will be heading down to the library now, but first I have a few reminders."
At once, the restless mood left the group.
"First, ask questions," Calyx said. "We are not ornaments to stand around looking wise. Once you begin cultivating a method, it becomes difficult to abandon it for another."
"Your meridians will start to form around that choice and attune themselves to it naturally."
He lifted a hand, as if shaping the thought in the air before them.
