"So," coughs Adana, when she realizes she is making a lovey face at him. "He - wants to just go home and not bother Phix again."
"... I trust him to keep to it while he thinks he has lost, but the minute that he thinks there's a chance he could win and kill all of the sphinxes, I think he'd take it."
"Right. What course of action could you advise while looking Phix and Max in the eye?"
"I want to prove him wrong, but. Honestly with the way he doesn't seem sorry about his actions, only sorry that he's lost so thoroughly, it seems like he's a ticking time bomb."
"Maybe we should call the mages and see if they can come up with a magical equivalent of one of those parole ankle bracelets?"
To the mirrors.
"You rang?"
"Phix's harrow-er is under a lot of osmium in the Belfry. He is aware that he has lost but is super racist, so we're not sure if it's long-term safe to let him go in case he spies what he thinks is an opportunity to wipe out the sphinxes good and proper, including cutting off our access to resurrection. Do you have cunning mage solutions?"
"Mmm. I have cunning mage surveillance solutions, certainly, but I'm afraid I'm fresh out of anti-racism tonic."
"Depends. Do you want him to know about it, or do you want it to be sneaky?"
"I'm leaning towards sneaky, but we can do both and see if he's lying to the one he knows about in some fashion?"
"Hmmm. That's doable. We'll have to bother Cypress for one of them, though, I continue to not be a full person battery."
"It would be nice if we could fix that by throwing scrolls or something at you, but alas. He hasn't answered his mirror yet. What will your cunning solutions do exactly?"
"Well, he uses a medallion, doesn't he? That's where the obvious one goes. The less obvious one... I don't know, probably his eye."