Perhaps I'll broach a barrel, then. I'll see you soon.
[ Alcuin's door is open and there is a soft clinking of glass coming from inside when Malik arrives. It turns out that Alcuin is bewinged at the moment and is loading a tray with glassware: one heavy cut-crystal stemless wine glass with Blood of my enemies etched onto it, one more delicate with lilies climbing the glass, and one with a bold raven's feather. A decanter of ice water and a bowl of grapes and melon balls are also on the tray. And right about where a closet would be, there's a new door in his room. ]
Psychic > Action
[ Alcuin's door is open and there is a soft clinking of glass coming from inside when Malik arrives. It turns out that Alcuin is bewinged at the moment and is loading a tray with glassware: one heavy cut-crystal stemless wine glass with Blood of my enemies etched onto it, one more delicate with lilies climbing the glass, and one with a bold raven's feather. A decanter of ice water and a bowl of grapes and melon balls are also on the tray. And right about where a closet would be, there's a new door in his room. ]
Come in, Malik. Almost ready.