Mag's Room

A Magbot answers the door. "I'm afraid his lordship is busy right now, ma-"

The Magbot stops speaking, taking a moment to lean its head forward and peer intently at Ilpholin's face. The next time it opens its mouth, it sounds completely different.

"Oh, Ilpholin. My bad, set it to that prerecorded message nonsense to keep folks out of my room while I had the Magbots renovate it a little. Might actually use these quarters, now that things are changing and all, so I thought I'd both upgrade the security and jazz up the decor for it. Not there myself both because it's safer just to have the Magbots do things, and also since I'm having lunch at home right now.

You can still come in, but I won't be speaking to you in person, and you can only walk on the red floor tiles, because pressure applied to the blues ones activates one of those security things, and I haven't finished testing it so I don't know if I'd be able to override the telewarps in time."