[Ademnet tags along quietly, his thoughts following a similar track. Everything about this place --the rooms they came through to get here, the strange receptionist, their missing memories--reeks of corbie business, some kind of curse that's been placed on them both. He likes their odds in a fight with normal folk, if it really came to that. Enemies with magic, on the other hand...that's a terrifying thought.
He considers raising this concern to Barnabas, but he's already shoved his foot into his mouth enough. For now, Ademnet elects to give the guy a break and just follow his lead.]
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He considers raising this concern to Barnabas, but he's already shoved his foot into his mouth enough. For now, Ademnet elects to give the guy a break and just follow his lead.]