“If I ever get back, I’ll look into it. I’ve never heard of a necromancer creating a portal anything like what you describe, but someone may have attempted it.” He brightens. “And if not, then I will just have to figure it out myself.”

Of course, Palamedes will never been the Warden of the Library again. Even if he were to be taken from here, he would be returned to his revenant self, waiting for Camilla to bring him back to some semblance of a body. His research could continue, but his life would never be the same.

He tries not to think about it, and thankfully, Darlington offers a distraction quickly enough. Palamedes stands up and collects their mugs, taking them to the sink. “I’d be delighted. Let me just get my keys. And a notebook. And- oh, I’ll just bring my bag.” Shortly after his arrival, Pal had acquired a messenger bag, and he thinks it might be one of the most brilliant things ever invented.