Reply To: The Incense of the Quadrivium’s Mystiques

Frigella stared at the pulsating wall, her eyes wide with a mixture of awe and dread. “Sanso, is the wall… throbbing?”

Truella looked up from her glass, “Not to my knowledge. Are you feeling alright?”

Frigella blinked, the wall returned to its ordinary state. “I… I saw it shift, Sanso. Like a heartbeat.”

Truella’s eyebrows furrowing, she pondered. “Frigella, have you been experimenting with the incense again?”

She shook her head, “No, not since the last incident.”

“Could be a residue effect. You’ve been working with some potent substances. Maybe you’re getting phantom scents.” Truella-Sanso suggested, sipping from her glass again.

Frigella sighed, rubbing her temples. “Perhaps you’re right. The ‘Liz n°5’ does have a tendency to linger.”

“Try to take a break, get some fresh air,” Truella advised, “And no more sniffing incense!”

Frigella rolled her eyes, “Oh, hush you, Sanso!” But she had to admit, a stroll in the cool evening air did sound appealing.