[b]"I think I may know a quicker way to get you some answers."[/b] Lady Agnes said before turning towards a nearby crowd, putting a hand to her mouth, and calling out. [b]"Miss Gax? Would you please come here for a moment?"[/b]

[b]"C-C-Coming!"[/b] A nervous voice called back from within the crowd. The people shifted then, and eventually parted to allow a descendant of Rhibeus Gax to emerge from the crowd and quickly make her way over to you and Lady Agnes.

Euphemia Gax had the unmistakable look of an arcane scholar. Bookish, bright eyed, and charming in a way she seemed completely unaware of. Waves of chestnut hair framed her face. Often kept half tucked behind her ears, yet forever slipping loose as though conspiring against her attempts to appear tidy.

Her glasses were her most notable feature. Round and slightly oversized, with delicate metal rims that glinted whenever the light caught them. They magnified her mossy green eyes just enough to give her an earnest, permanently curious expression.

A dusting of ink smudges clung to her fingers as they often did from late night note taking, and faint traces of chalk or luminescent spell powder also lingered on her sleeves. She dressed in neat academy attire, though the fit was often slightly askew. A cardigan buttoned one notch wrong. A ribbon tie slipping off center. A robe hem revealing mismatched socks. Small, endearing signs of a mind that moved at speeds faster than her hands could keep up with.

[b]"L-Lady Agnes. Lord Viktor."[/b] Euphemia said, bowing to each name's respective owner as she spoke them. [b]"You have... need of me?"[/b]

[b]"I hear it is your magic we have to thank for making this wondrous creation that much more wondrous."[/b] Lady Agnes said while gesturing to the ice sculpture. [b]"Did I hear correctly?"[/b]

[b]"T-That is true, Lady Agnes."[/b] Euphemia said, her cheeks turning ever so slightly pink at the compliment.

[b]"Then might you be able to tell us what magic you worked upon this sculpture?"[/b] Lady Agnes asked. [b]"Flurry here has become rather fixated on your work, and that has Viktor worrying that something untoward might be afoot."[/b]

Euphemia gasped at this revelation, turned to face you, and began bowing to you many times in rapid succession. [b]"I am so sorry Lord Viktor!"[/b] Euphemia began apologizing profusely. [b]"It was never my intention to cause you any inconvenience! I only wished to amuse and educate the foreign visitors attending this wedding! Please forgive me!"[/b]

[b]"Easy now, dear. Easy. Take a breath."[/b] Lady Agnes said calmingly. [b]"We're sure you meant well and you aren't in any trouble. We just want to know what spells you have cast on this sculpture in case any of that might be affecting Flurry."[/b]

Euphemia took a breath as Lady Agnes had instructed and eventually calmed herself enough to answer. [b]"Well..."[/b] The wizard began slowly, brow lined with thought. [b]"There's a series of Glyphs of Warding cast on the sculpture. Each Glyph has a casting of Protection from Fire stored within them and they're each set to go off one after the other at fifty nine minute intervals to keep the sun from melting the sculpture. There's also two sets of Magic Mouths cast on the sculpture, the longer story set and the shorter warning set. The story set is triggered once every fifteen minutes by someone approaching it and it features the voice of Alton Goodbarrel recounting the story of Moorvale's founding. A second set of Glyphs with castings of Prestidigitation stored in them makes individual parts of the sculpture light up during certain parts of the story. Meanwhile, the warning set is triggered by touching the sculpture without the proper authorization and features the voice of Orthog Troll-Puncher warning them not to do that, giving a final warning if the toucher persists, and then calling the actual Troll-Puncher over to deal with any miscreants who touch a third time. If someone damages the sculpture or tries to steal it, the warning set automatically escalates to calling for Orthog."[/b] Euphemia falls silent then, fidgets for a moment, and quickly adds soon after. [b]"Whatever spell it was that captivated your hound's attention so thoroughly, I am truly sorry it did so."[/b]

[b]"I don't think you need worry yourself, Miss Gax."[/b] Lady Agnes said then. [b]"I don't believe anything you mentioned in that list of spells could be responsible for how Flurry is acting."[/b] Lady Agnes looked to you for confirmation of this. Something that you could easily give here, since there is in fact nothing in that list of spells that could be responsible for how Flurry is acting.

As this all happens, Flurry finally comes out the other side of his fixated episode and resumes his ordinary patterns of behavior.