Padraig's apologetic shrug was met with a rueful smile to him. She couldn't be cross at him for not knowing how to deal with such a chaotic individual, she far from knew what to do herself, after all. Although she did have to admit that the opening of the box had seemed like possibly a slightly reckless thing to do, he did it well. The fact that it tipped the barefoot mad man into hysteria really didn't help, though.
However, her Padraig seemed to have a real talent. He'd shown it before in Rharne when the pair of them were chasing down the Strangler. That talent was the ability to turn a situation around with a bit of acting. He suddenly took on the air of someone very much in charge, very much in the know and almost like a magician he pulled out a vial of what she was fairly sure was almond oil.
What followed was a performance the like of which Faith had never seen. If only Tristan had known, Faith thought with a wry expression, he'd have hired Padraig for his play. Boutsy fly elixir, crafted over six arcs from the antennae of said fly? Thank Famula that Padraig couldn't look at her, it was taking every bit of discipline and self control she had not to burst into laughter. "But, Professor..." was the best that she could manage, that would have to do.
As Padraig gave his truly masterful performance to her, admittedly biased eyes, the man looked at him with his own expression in awe. "Con..containment potion? Oh, thank you, thank you!" Padraig found himself to be, suddenly and without warning, the recipient of a heartfelt and rather snotty and soggy hug. Faith extracted the man off him and tried to get him to drink the tea. He did, which started to calm him down even though he grumbled at it being cold.
"We should get him to the authorities? People will be looking for him." Faith considered that it was likely that they would at least. Or, almost certainly, they'd be noticing that he'd gone. He was the kind of person that was tricky to not know was there and, by definition she supposed, people would spot it when he'd left. However, with the assurance from the Professor that the containment elixir had worked and having had a drink of the tea, he let them lead him to the small guard outpost and explain. It turned out that he had arrived from Darbyton. He was a Rupturer who had indeed been hunting some treasure and had seemed fine when he'd gone out that morning but then returned, clutching the box and ranting about rips in the world.
They had questions to answer, forms to fill in and so on and, and then they were able to get on with their trial.
However, her Padraig seemed to have a real talent. He'd shown it before in Rharne when the pair of them were chasing down the Strangler. That talent was the ability to turn a situation around with a bit of acting. He suddenly took on the air of someone very much in charge, very much in the know and almost like a magician he pulled out a vial of what she was fairly sure was almond oil.
What followed was a performance the like of which Faith had never seen. If only Tristan had known, Faith thought with a wry expression, he'd have hired Padraig for his play. Boutsy fly elixir, crafted over six arcs from the antennae of said fly? Thank Famula that Padraig couldn't look at her, it was taking every bit of discipline and self control she had not to burst into laughter. "But, Professor..." was the best that she could manage, that would have to do.
As Padraig gave his truly masterful performance to her, admittedly biased eyes, the man looked at him with his own expression in awe. "Con..containment potion? Oh, thank you, thank you!" Padraig found himself to be, suddenly and without warning, the recipient of a heartfelt and rather snotty and soggy hug. Faith extracted the man off him and tried to get him to drink the tea. He did, which started to calm him down even though he grumbled at it being cold.
"We should get him to the authorities? People will be looking for him." Faith considered that it was likely that they would at least. Or, almost certainly, they'd be noticing that he'd gone. He was the kind of person that was tricky to not know was there and, by definition she supposed, people would spot it when he'd left. However, with the assurance from the Professor that the containment elixir had worked and having had a drink of the tea, he let them lead him to the small guard outpost and explain. It turned out that he had arrived from Darbyton. He was a Rupturer who had indeed been hunting some treasure and had seemed fine when he'd gone out that morning but then returned, clutching the box and ranting about rips in the world.
They had questions to answer, forms to fill in and so on and, and then they were able to get on with their trial.
