The rules of Elysium, as has been explained to them, don’t permit the casting of spells on another without their consent — but choosing to subject yourself to a spell is another matter. As such, Lambert will, as promised, be in the indicated corner with the silencing spell up around him, holding a bottle of wine swiped off a table. No glasses in sight, so either be ready to drink from the bottle or bring your own for a refill.

The area of sound isolated around him is about ten feet in diameter, which is plenty of room for a handful of people until anyone with extra limbs gets in there — but he’s gotten better at holding it for longer at a time. To anyone outside the spell’s range, as he’ll have briefly explained, no sound is audible from the participants inside, and there’s no visible indicator of its presence.

Once they’re in, Lambert’s going to get straight to the point.

“Well, if any of you have something to say, get it out now,” he says blandly, working on getting the cork out of the bottle and offering it to whoever is nearest. “I can’t keep this up forever, and better here than out there.”