Reply To: The Incense of the Quadrivium’s Mystiques

Frigella wondered what to do; should she explore now or come back later? Would the entrance still be there later? Her brain felt so very dull and she knew she was more than a little squiffy. Being sensitive, these things took a while to wear off. That Truella really was a tart sometimes, plying her with zinfandel.

“I think I’d like to go home for a nap.”

“It’s probably wise; I’ve got folk down here who’ve been wandering the corridors for years.”

“Will I be able to find my way back here?”

The Hippocampus appeared thoughtful, although his expression didn’t actually change. “Who knows?” he said in the end. “Maybe if you want to enough. And you are a witch, so that gives you a bit of an edge when it comes to finding things.”