"Well, I'm completely stumped, we have to wait at least thirty minutes before we can see that receptionist," Mr. Delusional nonchalantly wiped his fingertips smeared with chalk onto the corner of his robe, adding a bit of extra ash to his elegance. He pulled a face, sticking out his tongue, and spread his hands out towards Lyle and the others. "I'm lost. Damn it, why on earth did I set the node for an hour!"
Mr. Delusional, the Mechanical Lich and a fine creation of the Mechanical God, had forgotten the way home.
"He's quite the amateur wizard, I'm not even sure if that's a compliment for him."
The members of the Necromancer Figure Club had become accustomed to the strange; the members of the literary society had a kind of scatterbrained genius which made them seem... somewhat unreliable.
"Mr. Delusional, whatever you need to find, we'll help you look," This might be a good opportunity for a firsthand experience, a fresh start.
