[video]

[iamanarcissist]

[Gabriel isn't wearing his tailcoat, but he's still covered from head to toe. Black trousers and shirt, dark green waistcoat and gloves, green and black striped tie. He's holding a violin loosely by the neck in one gloved hand.]

... So the tailoring shop in town?

[With his free hand, he brushes some imagined dust off of his shoulder.]

Work splendidly.

[With easy grace, he folds himself onto a bench. He's out in the trade district right now, as people might notice from the surroundings.]

Last chance to give me song requests. I'm thinking I'll throw together that show some time next week.

[Voice]

[spellmaker]

[It was disorienting, waking up to a view of an unfamiliar ceiling in an unfamiliar room filled with unfamiliar furnishings. It was all very organized and pleasing to the eye, yes, but Lumina didn't care. Where were her things? Where was her work? What about her schedule - oh, come on, she didn't have time set aside for dealing with this!

The pamphlet raised more questions than it answered. Why was she here instead of home in Scholar's Tower, in Eirian, in Mederest? Who was responsible for this - and could she kill them? She really didn't appreciate this disruption in her day. Or this stupid device in her hand. It took the better part of an hour to figure out how to do anything with it, and by that point she was just one step away from throwing a tantrum.

Especially after she realized that the fastest way to information might be through other people.

Eww.]

Who can hear this?

[Hopefully that was how the device worked. The annoyance in her tone is clear, even with so few words.]