"Sounds awfully dangerous. You do realise this is crazy, don't you?"

Joshua nods, "risky, crazy, foolish, these are my specialities."

Hs grin hides his private thought that Ark would be the best person to go in and spot anything amiss...

"all I need is someone to pick the lock... or a small open window"

"Why did I know he was going to say that?"

There is probably a small enough window anyway.

Mel bows to Morlan and the rest. "It is very kind of you to allow Nilis to stay with us." He turns to Nilis. "I don't care which room I have. You're welcome to either. I don't have many belongings here."

Once she gives her cover name, he will stick to that.

Hearing the conversation about the friendly fiend, Mel will offer: "I can prepare a spell tomorrow, thought capture, sort of like we did when looking for that awful sword and the crazy god-wannabe. I can see what I can capture from around Akin's shop. Also, any other spell requests before I retire for he evening?"

Mel wanders off to join Thounn in line at the Hall of records.

Dunn will write his memoirs: "Barmy Indeed: My First Three Months as a Clueless Prime". It will include loads of the Sigil slang that Dunn never actually bothered to use.

And he'll make that new spell he's been thinking about for the past couple months, the one that flings illusory poo.

After about 2 months of a more settled routine, one morning Emfrid wakes up, looks at Dunn, and says, "Well, Dunny, I love you and all, but I'm off. Don't wait up." Who can know if he'll ever see her again?