Umieri smiled. Ugly bauble indeed. If only they knew what it was. Still, it might be advantageous to conceal what it really is; nobody is going to know what it is, and those that do know can't say anything without giving themselves away.
Umieri stopped smiling as he considered the full mug.
The sign at the door said no detections. fair enough, but how do I know if it is poisoned? Of course, I am probably worried over nothing. After all, there aren't any members of the Cult of the Dragon Below here, so nobody is trying to kill me.
Homesickness hits Umieri hard, and he shivers, reminded of the space between spaces.