It’s almost an interesting inversion of how they first met, with Julius showing Strange the ropes, giving him the tour around the Gallows and his own offices. Today, the shoe’s on the other foot and there’s a brisk, casual familiarity to the way Strange walks them through the worn stone hallways of Kamar-Taj.

He had lived here for months, years. He had learned here. He had rebuilt himself here.

At the mention of Tranquility, however, his lips go pressed-thin. “I’ve read about it,” he says, carefully, unsure how to pick his way through this particular topic without being impolitic, “but the Chantry sources seem… biased, I expect. They make it sound very clean and bloodless and tidy and necessary.”

Is it all those things? He’s asking.