[Doctor Gabriel]

“Astute as ever, Sancho!” Saber cried as he sprang to his feet once more, the vile machinations of the door already slipping from his mind, “Cleanliness is next to Godliness after all! At least, I think it was… No matter, let us tidy this space!”

The Mad Knight took in the room with wizened, yet strangely soft eyes and finally focussed on the bed, seemingly missing the large summoning circle he’d materialized in. He gallantly strode toward it and heaved the everything but the mattress itself into his arms.

The mountain of linens with iron legs turned toward Erik and asked in a muffled voice, “Which way is the washbin?”