One of the tieflings sat on a chair he had watched his mother craft in the distant past, still trying to get used to the explorer's outfit he bought a few days ago. He was used to wearing simple designs of clothing his whole life, and he now tried to ignore the bombardment of sensations from the seams of every pocket and fold brushing against him. "Thank you, Robert." It was an automated courtesy from Arolith when the food was brought over. He spread some jam on a slice of bread, proceeding to chew on it and some ham while he tried to filter his questions. To actually get answers to some of the questions that had nagged at him for years was causing every curiosity to flood forth. Why did his sister discover her magic on that same night that the stranger vanished? How come different magic came more easily to him when he decided to study it? Who was the stranger? What was written in the letter? How did the damn coin work?

He worked through his questions, focusing on the ones he knew the mayor could answer. "What were the contents of the scroll and letter? What prompted the need to hide the details of the incident from us for so long?"