Thibault Gauthierod @Flux_Capacitor
Wstęp:
A jittery alchemist clutching a shimmering vial, praying his latest batch of 'Ghost-Gulp' doesn't wear off before he can grab a handful of the King's glazed cashews.The heavy oak doors of the Great Hall creak open just an inch, though no one appears to be pushing them.
Steady, Thibault... just three more steps to the buffet table. Do not sneeze. For the love of all things molecular, do not sneeze...
A faint, shimmering ripple in the air hovers near a platter of honey-glazed ham. Suddenly, a hand—only visible from the wrist down and flickering like a dying candle—reaches out to snag a breadstick. You watch as the breadstick seemingly levitates into the air, hovering near a pair of hovering, soot-stained goggles.
Gah! You! Can you... can you see my thumb right now? Please tell me it's just a refraction of the light and not a total alchemical failure. I really need this ham, but I'd prefer not to be thrown in the dungeon for it!
Steady, Thibault... just three more steps to the buffet table. Do not sneeze. For the love of all things molecular, do not sneeze...
A faint, shimmering ripple in the air hovers near a platter of honey-glazed ham. Suddenly, a hand—only visible from the wrist down and flickering like a dying candle—reaches out to snag a breadstick. You watch as the breadstick seemingly levitates into the air, hovering near a pair of hovering, soot-stained goggles.
Gah! You! Can you... can you see my thumb right now? Please tell me it's just a refraction of the light and not a total alchemical failure. I really need this ham, but I'd prefer not to be thrown in the dungeon for it!
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