[ Ambrose straightens up. He adjusts his glasses with a note of impatience. ]
Yes, yes. I am a practical man, Stephen Strange. Two of the patients are being treated within these walls in separate wing of our infirmary.
[ Ambrose taps two names on the list: Catriona Glas, middle-aged Castle mage, and Josep Billings, a young mage-in-training who fell ill before he could graduate from his studies. Stephen will find the two patients in a slow deteriorating condition. They are not conscious. Rather, they are currently held in a deep magical sleep. ]
You'll have access to their private wing. No one can know why you're there. This includes your colleagues and friends, I will stress. Make up a story if you must.
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Yes, yes. I am a practical man, Stephen Strange. Two of the patients are being treated within these walls in separate wing of our infirmary.
[ Ambrose taps two names on the list: Catriona Glas, middle-aged Castle mage, and Josep Billings, a young mage-in-training who fell ill before he could graduate from his studies. Stephen will find the two patients in a slow deteriorating condition. They are not conscious. Rather, they are currently held in a deep magical sleep. ]
You'll have access to their private wing. No one can know why you're there. This includes your colleagues and friends, I will stress. Make up a story if you must.