Bottle of wine tucked into her elbow, two books on the fade and one on spirits, books she'd read in the Spire but that was long gone, burned and bloodied and empty but a review is warranted since people falling through tears from other worlds wasn't covered and maybe she'd simply missed that chapter. Or it's entirely new and no one understands what is happening- but it's better to double, triple check before writing it off as 'no one knows'.

Of course that's what she meant to do until there's that word. A voice that's vaguely familiar and a face she can't place till she takes half a step further and the light hits him in such a way to remind her.

Ah.

That ass.

"...Throttle anyone on your way here?" She ought to be silent but she's tired, the templars were everywhere in the courtyard out of some mistaken order to 'protect the mages' and she strongly suspects she knows who gave that order in the first place.