Palamedes laughs a little. “All right, if you insist. I guess that was pretty bad form of me.” After all, in what world would Daniel Arlington turn someone away who came to his door with the promise of sharing some new sort of magic? Pal still feels a bit badly for adding to the chaos, but Darlington is right—he can’t exactly leave now.

“Can I help with anything? Or should I just…?” He gestures towards the living room as though to say, just go sit down and get out of the way.