It was the second occasion Julius had managed a talk with Mayor Ghio of Verteria, a small group dinner in a public but exclusive establishment. Having Petrana at his side had been an undisputed boon, both for charming the skeptical mayor and for keeping a second set of eyes on him. In the end, though, it hadn't been the mayor who had ruined the dinner, but rather someone dressed as a member of the staff who smoothly added something to Petrana's wine before serving it. It was the merest chance Julius had seen, a turn of the head at exactly the right angle at exactly the right moment.
He'd reached over and taken the glass himself, making a show of sniffing it and then taking a (smaller than it looked sip). It led to a small but pronounced expression of disgust and a declaration that the wine had been corked and no one could be expected to drink a ruined bottle. He was polite but firm, and accidentally spilled the goblet's contents on himself and the floor trying to hand it back. This gave him a clear reason to excuse himself.
He trusts Petrana to know something is amiss and follow when she can. She'll be alerted enough to take care of herself, presumably. For his part, he hasn't gotten far, ducked into a nearby doorway, more or less out of view but not hard to find. He's fumbling his way through a simple healing spell to keep himself in good enough shape to get back to their lodgings and secure an antidote. He's honestly not sure thus far whether he's feeling ill effects or if he's just badly shaken; it could be either.
Closed to Petrana and Marcus
It was the second occasion Julius had managed a talk with Mayor Ghio of Verteria, a small group dinner in a public but exclusive establishment. Having Petrana at his side had been an undisputed boon, both for charming the skeptical mayor and for keeping a second set of eyes on him. In the end, though, it hadn't been the mayor who had ruined the dinner, but rather someone dressed as a member of the staff who smoothly added something to Petrana's wine before serving it. It was the merest chance Julius had seen, a turn of the head at exactly the right angle at exactly the right moment.
He'd reached over and taken the glass himself, making a show of sniffing it and then taking a (smaller than it looked sip). It led to a small but pronounced expression of disgust and a declaration that the wine had been corked and no one could be expected to drink a ruined bottle. He was polite but firm, and accidentally spilled the goblet's contents on himself and the floor trying to hand it back. This gave him a clear reason to excuse himself.
He trusts Petrana to know something is amiss and follow when she can. She'll be alerted enough to take care of herself, presumably. For his part, he hasn't gotten far, ducked into a nearby doorway, more or less out of view but not hard to find. He's fumbling his way through a simple healing spell to keep himself in good enough shape to get back to their lodgings and secure an antidote. He's honestly not sure thus far whether he's feeling ill effects or if he's just badly shaken; it could be either.