Reply To: The Incense of the Quadrivium’s Mystiques
The sound of music wafting through the open window was distracting. Where was it coming from? It sounded like someone was having a party in the distance, but who? And on a Wednesday night?
It was hard enough for Truella to try and glean enough information to cobble together an entry for Frella’s diary from the meagre morsels she was able to gather, without these interruptions.
And if these were the hand drawn postcards that she’d promised, who was going to make any sense of them?
