In other words, TAKE COVER.
So fragile is this wayward life. A masterpiece designed by gods though each moment may be, a great number among them seek to CLAIM us.
Alas, COURT MAGE CYRUS NORWOOD, your TIME is at an end. It seems some prophecies were made to be severed.
Well, now look what you've gone and done. While you only MILDLY REGRET not letting the projectile pierce your skull for the sake of experiencing what might have been a LUSCIOUS DEATH, you certainly WISH you hadn't gone and soiled a pair of INVALUABLE INGREDIENTS, critical toward tonight's RITUAL. It seems you've got a job to do (one more important than interrogating vegetables), for the others will surely arrive any moment. None will be happy to see this.







