[Wilhelm needs no prompting to hurry after the stranger. As they cross the garden, he holds onto the questions rattling around his head — like where are we? and what happened? Those won't help them get out of here any faster.]
I don't know. I just sort of...appeared.
[Intending to tap into his magic, to bend any flames in their path away from them, he breathes in deep. And...despite the hand and cloth covering his mouth and nose, he launches into a coughing fit. Jesus.]
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I don't know. I just sort of...appeared.
[Intending to tap into his magic, to bend any flames in their path away from them, he breathes in deep. And...despite the hand and cloth covering his mouth and nose, he launches into a coughing fit. Jesus.]