[ You never raised a toast to anything-- Caster's complaint is airy, without a real bite. There's a hum at the end of his words but he allows himself being dragged into the direction of the Coven.
There occasional groups of people hanging around- maybe still drinking and talking a bit, not yet entering their homes, but also not entirely in the festive mood. Someone shouts something at them, Caster responds equally loud and cheery- he doesn't really remember much of the way back. ]
I knew it.... [ He mumbles to him staring at the corridor, the line of doors... ] Geez, which door were--
[ The correct one. Which of the room is his? Error, error. ]
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There occasional groups of people hanging around- maybe still drinking and talking a bit, not yet entering their homes, but also not entirely in the festive mood. Someone shouts something at them, Caster responds equally loud and cheery- he doesn't really remember much of the way back. ]
I knew it.... [ He mumbles to him staring at the corridor, the line of doors... ] Geez, which door were--
[ The correct one. Which of the room is his? Error, error. ]