"Nothing's off the table really," Bram shook his head slowly, sighing, a ghost of a smile on his lips. Cursebreakers did get into all sorts of debacles and situations that no sane person would venture into. It was what he loved most about the work. "Artifacts is working on that angle, they have the rope I was injured got wrapped up in, trying to discern if it was cursed or something of the like." Between that and the potions department, Bram was confident that somebody was going to figure out. He just hoped it was sooner rather than later. He wasn't made for desk duty and he didn't want to get too out of shape.

Bram readjusted in his seat, the bandages beneath his trousers were restrictive, trying to keep his knee from bending too much, in addition to covering the wounds, and Bram often found it difficult to get comfortable. "How's things for you?" It had been a long time indeed since they'd seen one another last.