Ambrose is in his study working away at a rather complicated-looking spell written on a long scroll. There are several books and papers and tarot cards scattered about (he knows where he's put everything, and that's organized enough for him), but the deck used to summon the newcomers and the book he was reading from when they were summoned are nowhere to be found.

The door is unlocked because it's late and almost time for bed, and because no one in Thorne would dare to bother him without knocking anyway.

"Tomorrow," he says when he hears footsteps coming closer, "Whatever it is, leave it 'til tomorrow. I'm getting a good night's sleep for once."