>>5385782>>5385896>>5385995>>5386270>>5386303>>5386734>>5386789>Ask if your master might show her face.>ask our master if she might have a cold, her voice doesn't sound as usual...“Ah! Might it be a cold, master? Your voice doesn’t sound as usual.” You posit to the door. “Would you mind letting me in? If you’d like, I can make some soup, or..”
“I’m fine! Just stay <span class="mu-i">out!</span>” The voice suddenly snaps back at you. “Here. Give me a moment..”
The door slowly creaks open to your master’s bedroom/workshop–dimly lit, you just make out a few stray sheafs of papers and bottles strewn out about the floor, a far cry from its typical immaculacy. But though open, you can still make out neither hide nor hair of your master, the voice hidden behind the door..
“I’m fine.” She repeats herself, voice still scratchy and uneven. “But if you’d <span class="mu-i">insist</span> upon my affairs, then make yourself useful and go fetch Van den Bos. I need to speak with him in private.”
>Insist that you see to your master. You’re her apprentice, after all, and it’d do you no good to see her sick.>This all seems far too suspicious to leave well alone. Enter the room and get a good look at the voice.>Go fetch Van den Bos. Maybe he’ll elucidate the situation for you.>Write-In. 