Nathan Free, Natalie Bound

By the evening on Fiveday, my scrivener contact Gala Kralcit had gotten me the sigilwork for poison detection, which she had put onto a thumb ring for me. I wanted it to be something that would be pointed towards my face if I was eating or drinking, after all. So now it would light up and pulse and vibrate if something within several inches of it was a poison mixed into food or drink or presented in a container meant for food or drink. I put it on immediately and had it on when I woke up on Sixthday, ready to spring into the day. Elica was in a rush straight to the shower, I dressed carefully for a day out with my friends, and neither of us needed to have bothered at all because Vancy is a slow riser even for weekends, and Trazom was even worse.