Occasionally, Ciaveth wonders if there's going to be a cap on the weirdness in her life. So far, the answer was looking like it was a resounding no. Her life was just going to be this weird, all the time. She was just going to have to get used to it. Pity, she could use some time off.

My dear knight, you'd become bored within the week, points out Gann.

Considering I'd spend most of that week sleeping, doesn't that say poor things about your ability to entertain me? she replies. She smiles, when she hears him laugh. He'd slowly re-acclimated to laughing again, after that whole debacle with the Slumbering Coven. It's nice to hear it again.

Never mind. With me by your side, you'll never be bored again, he says, because he's an incorrigible flirt.

I thought the point was to try to convince me to keep you, I could use some - she pauses when she opens the door to the Veil Theater. ... Gann, dear, remind me, how long were we away from Mulsantir?

Not so long that they would have remodeled. He can see the inexplicable bar through her eyes well enough.

No. She considers, briefly. I'm going to look inside. It's not an illusion, but it might be some kind of extra-planar thing. Fetch backup?

Of course.

She eyes the interior, recites the incantation for invisibility, and quietly steps inside. Systematically, she starts investigating.