[ The trailer really is a bit cluttered. Not only are there books and papers everywhere, but knick-knacks litter the trailer as well. A windchime made of seashells hangs near the kitchen window. An alligator skull sits on a chair. A small, wooden carving of a seal sits on the shelf next to where Syr sets his bloodstone...where oddly enough, there sits another stone, a small ruby-red gemstone, about the size of a ping pong ball. Most noticeably, the couch is gone. In it's place stands a large, sturdy looking desk and desk chair. Most of the books and papers have migrated to that area.

And then, the top bunk moves. For all of Strange's trying to take a nap, the sound of someone entering the trailer (urgh, and not leaving) is enough to yank him out of the sleep he was almost going to get. Blinking back sleep, Strange sticks his head up from the bed, looking at the new arrival, intent on fussing at whoever it is to piss off and let him nap. ]

Syrlya? [ Oh! It was Syrlya! His expression goes from annoyed and tired to bright and...well, still kind of tired. Strange honestly still wants to nap, but he can easily make an exception for Syrlya. After all, he's got so many questions for the man! Strange clambers down from the top bunk, yawning as he talks. ]

I was hoping I'd run into you. That magic you cast, with the Blue Rose...where can I even start on such a thing! How did the magic precisely work? Were you a conduit or simply the wielder?

[ because that's the logical question to ask first, not 'how are you doing' or 'what are you doing here.' ]