Charming. Mahdi will know the hand signal for this but he might have to awkwardly cough in Draconis's direction.

Where is their stuff. Anywhere visible?

Nope! They haven't seen it since the office. 

Draconis is only like thirty percent sure what the coughing means, but he decides not to eat yet anyway.

Their host starts eating and invites them to try the food.

Is it still poisoned after a casting of purify food and drink? That doesn't get magical potions but it gets mundane ones.

No more poison.

Huh cool okay. 

He'll eat.

Mahdi will follow his lead.

....okay, then he'll eat, too.

The magister asks them some questions about their homeland with what might or might not be some amount of genuine interest. He keeps it up for a while. It would probably seem pretty normal if not for the poison and the fact that they were dragged here by law enforcement.

Osirion is one of the oldest civilizations in Golarion and is eagerly awaiting their return from fighting the blight to establish diplomatic relationships on this plane. They were impressed by the courage and combat abilities of the Wardens, though it’s kind of odd that they’ve had to go to so much trouble to secure the forces they need.

Isn't it! Perhaps the Tevinter Wardens can be of assistance once they hear about this. It was the Tevinter Imperium, after all, that the first Grey Wardens came from, and it seems possible that they are more equipped to handle a Blight than the branch that exists in Ferelden.

Fazil has the sense that the Ferelden wardens are very eager to contact the local wardens for that among other reasons. Has that been done yet?

Yes, he assures them, a message was sent immediately. But the Tevinter Wardens are headquartered in Minrathous, almost a hundred miles away, and it may take them some time to put together a response.

Of course. 

At some point during dinner it becomes obvious that the poison has, for whatever reason, had no effect on them. Without warning, a glowing white design of some sort appears on the floor. They are all immediately rendered unable to move. They only have a moment or so to worry about this; after that, the magister says something and goes through the motions of a spell, then another. They feel weakened and exhausted, and then all of them fall asleep.

Fy expresses his feelings about this by biting the magister on the ankle. Venomously.

He curses and makes an attempt to set the snake on fire.

This works fine. The snake will - it's not really clear if he's trying to put himself out or just make sure the curtains and tablecloth go up too.

What a horrible snake. He pours water on the tablecloth and yells for the two other mages beyond the door. He casts a healing spell on himself. He casts a freezing spell on the snake.

The snake stops moving.

" - something's wrong -"

" - what - "

"Fy's hurt." Is there something around here he could use to crush someone's skull.

It's a pretty sparse entryway. There's a decorative vase on one pedestal and a stone bust on another. 

A white design appears on the floor below them.

- it takes kind of a lot of effort, but she springs up. 

"Paralysis glyph!"

It takes a lot of effort but he is really mad right now. He smashes the vase and - stupid to run into the room Fy's in without a weapon - tries a different door instead.

There's a mage behind it. She makes a panicked face and then hits him with a bolt of lightning.