Whether it were a quirk of the department, or the doings of someone who thought he needed an occasional break, the rotating mysteries door deposited Damian in the Love Chamber about once a lunar month. Damian would take this in stride, sit at the fountain for around an hour, and reflect before moving on to the Death Chamber.
Rubbing the sleep from his eyes with one hand, his other held a mug with the words "Give Me COFFEE Or Give Me DEATH" on it. Though it was obvious it wasn't coffee in the mug by the way it smoked. "What are you two up to?" Damian asked, knowing full well that the question could be turned right back at him.
With a yawn and a stretch, the well dressed wizard sat with his back to the fountain, taking a long drink from his mug.
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