Being conscious and aware of other individuals acting as an audience during a meditative stint had never crossed Stephen’s mind — chalk it up to Kamar-Taj’s training, where the sight was common, expected, though very rarely interrupted.

“Tomorrow morning,” he decides, which may say something about whether or not he’s in a rush. The cloak had always been an important asset, and some representation of it—original or not—would be very welcome. “I can be found in the place I’ve already started conjuring up, assuming you care to go looking. A townhouse with a circular skylight.”