Well, that was an interesting reaction, wasn't it? Not the first time Astarion had seen it today, mind you. Not this exactly, but the sudden eruption of fury from little more than the touch of one of these strange sheets of parchment. He'd started to put the pieces of the pattern together.

He approached, not quite warily, but with some modicum of caution. It didn't help that he could smell the blood from the broken skin of Sean's poor knuckled.

"I'd ask what that house did to you, but I think perhaps you've been caught in some of the more... unpleasant magic that seems to be scattered around with the litter today. Perhaps you ought to try taking a breath. You may have need of that hand in working order at some point in your life."