Emrys felt out of his depth with this, but he nodded slowly. This felt like strange magic to him, and he didn't meddle with much of that. The spells he cast were generally mundane. He went a bit more off the beaten path with potions and ointments and things, but Art had already said he didn't think he'd consumed anything that had led him here. He didn't know how they were meant to figure it out just with the bits they had... but he was willing to try, for Arthur's sake. It meant something that he had come here, when he could have gone anywhere; Emrys wanted to honor that trust as best he could.

"Has there been anything else?" he asked as he moved back towards the seat he'd had on the couch. "Anything before, or anything since?"

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