Like a good neighbour

Caesennia glanced towards the door of the magistreum, My Mistress is in attendance. She held up a basket of phials and vials, shimmering vaguely with captured magics. I was sent to retrieve some things for her. She replied, easy-going.

I offer aid, merely because you are in the wrong place. She added, with a nod. It's dangerous here, if you're unwanted. There are wards. And if you made it past the wards... well, a shrug of one shoulder

@Branson Rutherford