The Abbot is, at first, going around some of his daily business. The first thing he is doing is officially submitting his name for consideration for Archimandrite, which involves a brief visit to the incumbent, a very old man indeed who seems to not say much.
The Archimandrite's official dissoultion of his office takes place today, and a new one will be chosen tomorrow. Technically speaking the Abbots decide the new Archimandrite, a process that has been going on for some while, but they normally take notice of popular opinion on the matter. Sienar, despite not having announced himself formally before yesterday has no need to have campaigned for popular support as he had so much already. Many of the Abbots were simply waiting for him to say he would do it. Now he has said so, the Archimandrite sees no reason for delay.
As you walk through elegant hallways, with classical artowrk hung up on the walls either side, chandeliers in the high ceilings and so forth, Sienar recevies congratulations from various Fathers and other minor priests. He shakes their hands in turn, though you notice Sienar coming close to stumbling a number of times.
"Could you blame yourself if you did?" says Sienar, in one of the moments between meeting various people.