We drank to our hearts' content in silence as we waited for Varick's return. Phineas gave me time to mourn and I appreciated his way of letting me drown to my sorrow, drinking what was once a banal existence to my nunhood.
Varick showed up, entering the wine cellar and his expression changed to that of a somber look as he stared at the collection of the finest liquor.
"I am going to have them disposed of."
Phineas returned to his usual self as he gave him a sheepish grin. "I can do that with no complaints."
"Do what you must."
I gave the head mage the look as he shrugged. He was definitely going to take all of them for himself.
"Varick," I called out to him when he turned his back. "How are things with the Hatiist Church?"
I knew I shouldn't speak about Hati in front
