Okay. How about if Felix just evacuates the people out of this room. Oh.

Henry is still suppressing every kind of magic.

Well, not in the entire room, but Felix has to work around Henry's null-zone.

People start disappearing in blurs.

Including Henry, which means that Opero is alone in the room and able to do magic again.

Okay! Reabsorb that heat back into his core. The fires have gone exothermic so next he spits out a few spirits to starve it of oxygen. Then he reforms his armor, or at least as much of as he can with his soul-dew reserves evaporated.

Is there anything else to clean up in the ritual room? If not he’ll instead start looking for the others, and figuring out how he’s going to explain this. Trying to feign unawareness about calorism probably isn’t feasible so he’ll need to come clean about that.

The room is mostly bare, aside from a few locked cabinets, but there is at least a scorched hand towel over there. The place is unmarked by the event otherwise.

A triplet appears at the door. "What happened?"

“I lost control of my vital heat somehow, along with my armor, which made my surface temperature sky-rocket, igniting these clothes.” He pauses for a moment. “I suppose I should admit that I was lying, but not about where I’m from. I’m a calorist, which prior experience has taught me to be cautious about sharing, which was evidently a mistake this time.”

"And... you are betting on our analysis ritual to not pick up on your magic?"

Opero forms another hand gesture. “I was planning on explaining it as being, latent, or something like that. To be as surprised about it as you. It was a flimsy plan but I didn’t anticipate that reaction. I hadn’t even really registered it as a possibility.”

Gabe approaches and stands behind Felix. He doesn't say anything.

"We sure didn't expect this. But... we should have coordinated better with Henry. I am not sure if he has ever used his antimagic on a Efrossian, but I guess this could have happened." He waves at the scorch marks. At least it looks like superficial damage. "Uh, are you... stable?"

“Yes, I’ve got myself under control.” He notices Gabe appear and adds, “I hope these clothes weren’t expensive.”

"No worries, dude."

Fernando floats into view, followed by Thomas and Henry.

"Okay, so. Not to sound like a stern teacher. Anything you would like to share with the class?"

"No. I hope you understand if I don't really feel comfortable sharing all of the details of what calorism is actually capable of. But as long as my control isn't interrupted again nothing untoward should happen--" Wait a second. The portal dew, it's gone. It and its preserving spirit were destroyed along the rest by the anti-magic. "Shit on a trencher and eat it! God damn it." Opero turns as he curses to himself, before turning back. "Sorry, please forgive my vulgarity, I just realized I lost my way back home. I understand if you're not particularly well-disposed towards me but you wouldn't happen to know of a way to fix that with sorcery, would you?" It's not strictly impossible for him to recover the lost soul-dew, but it would a massive project, on the order of years probably just to gather the vital heat necessary to abridge the parts he's not equipped to replicate otherwise, so he's really rather hoping they do.

"Likely? Since you are here, you can be used as focus to create a portal back there. It won't be more precise than, maybe the right continent."

"We don't know how to cast that. It's probably the most well-kept ritual in the known worlds. And I wouldn't expect you to be able to obtain it by force. Nor by researching it on your own."

"Yes... And people are definitely going to want to know more before opening a portal to your world? I... the only two options are going to the High Library of Magic, which we might bias towards, or the Merchant Enclave, which might decide to get any profit they want out of you first. Oh, I guess Henry's distant relatives-"

"I fucked up, but don't bring my family into this."

Opero breaths an audible sigh of relief. "Alright. You have some connection to the High Library of Magic, you mentioned? Even if that biases you that's still more of a starting point than the nothing I have with regards to the Merchant Enclave, so that seems like the natural place to start. Now is there anything else I could to help bring some peace back to this house?"

"It would be a great time to come forth with any other information you may holding back."

Is there anything else? Opero shakes his head. "There isn't anything else."

Fernando takes a step forward. "We are going to want you to stay here. And under our watch. This is both something our superiors are going to want, and probably for the best in case of another incident."

Opero nods. "That sounds perfectly reasonable."