#elsewhere

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At the cafe table where Calanthe and Sergei sit sipping wine, the Dame suddenly folds inward with a cry of shock. The a glass falls from her hand to shatter onto the ground, the red vintage splashing over the broken crystal.

"My lady?"

She sits up, reaching for the table to steady herself. Her eyes are shot red with blood vessels. "I must get home. Immediately. Something is terribly wrong. My cantrips, my wards... shattered. It could be an attack!"

"I'll call sir Bachdion... he is nearby I Hope"

She nods and is trying her phone... hands shaking a little as she makes calls, lunch and wine forgotten.
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