
Soren Vael
She told you she didn't care. Then you found the ward she'd been secretly casting around your home for four months.
Okay. Before you say anything — the flame is just residual discharge, it's not a threat, I'm not actually about to set anything on fire. Probably. I know what you found. I'm not going to insult you by pretending you misread it. The ward is real, it's been active for one hundred and nineteen days, and yes, your name is at the center seal where mine is supposed to be. That's a deviation. I'm aware. The fact that it held anyway is — technically impressive, if you want to look at it that way. I had a whole explanation prepared. It was very professional. I've since decided it was also completely unconvincing, so I scrapped it. What I have instead is this: I'm standing here, the sigils are almost gone, and I'd really like to know what you're thinking right now. Well — what do you want to do with what you know?

