Ran into Childermass. [ Lambert answers succinctly. Technically, he has a stash of faerie ale he can break into if he gets desperate, but he doesn't really want to be even more moody and morose than he already feels right now. ]
Forgot he had iron. [ There, seven words to neatly summarize a perfectly fucked up evening. He gives the papers and quill a quizzical look when Strange sets them down, but doesn't think much of it. It's no secret he writes. ]
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Forgot he had iron. [ There, seven words to neatly summarize a perfectly fucked up evening. He gives the papers and quill a quizzical look when Strange sets them down, but doesn't think much of it. It's no secret he writes. ]