Either he faded out of consciousness enough to miss Foxwood’s response, or Foxwood didn’t respond at all, because before Agrimony knew it, he was alone again. There was a dull hollowness that struck him when he realized Foxwood had left his side; something he would of course attribute to having been extremely ill. That’s the only thing it could be, of course.

He was content to roll over again, perhaps drift off and finally get some rest if it weren’t for the fact that the world was spinning on its axis. Through the thick cloud of nausea, he heard Foxwood’s voice again, panicked, and almost bade him to talk louder seeing as he was obviously in a different room. Because who else could he have possibly been talking to?But then, a woman’s voice cut through, and Agrimony stiffened, listening closely.

What experiments? The female voice demanded. Show me.

No, no Basil would most certainly not show this woman his experiments. What right did he have to go digging through his assets like that? Agrimony would have surged off the chair had he not felt he’d keel over the second he straightened up. The wizard wanted to growl in frustration. “Foxwood, you stay away from my workbench,” He snapped again. “And that rancid stuff you happen to be riffling through is from Norway, and very expensive so put it down.”

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