CLOSED | Doctor, won't you tell me, am I going insane?

[keenly]

WHO: Julius, Inessa, Anders, and Colin
WHAT: They all got two things in common: where they come from, and a weird-ass enchantment with no explanation.
WHEN: Wintermarch 22, morning
WHERE: The Gallows, an empty room.
NOTES: Will update.

The room's drapes are pulled back, letting in the early morning light. On a table is a plate with a pile of warm, fresh donuts Colin just pulled out of the fryer and bathed in cinnamon sugar. A steaming pot of coffee is there with four mugs. But first, Colin leans in with a plate of small vials filled with an herbal concoction.

"Elfroot and willowbark to start, Ser?" He offers the traditional headache remedy like a polite servant offering champagne.

Comments

[overharrowed]

"Anders makes a decent point. Beyond the interest in his, particularly, other than our pasts at Kinloch and proximity to the Inquisition now... I can't think of anyone with a single motive to hit all four of us that wouldn't apply to any four mages at random. Inessa may have the right of it."

He exhales. "Either way. It seems like next steps are clear, for now. And we can watch out for one another, as much as we're able, in the meantime."