Oh, that. Lambert had almost forgotten about it with almost everything else that’s happened, but he’ll answer readily enough.

“He can still turn to smoke,” he explains, brow furrowing. “I told him looking at the vents might be worthwhile, and he said he knew someone else he could talk into it ... but it’s pretty risky.”

And now he looks around, like speaking about the magician might be enough to get him to pop out of nowhere. “Where is he, anyway?”