[The golem is basically inscribed with magic, over and beneath his skin. For someone like Thomas who can focus on it, it flows like blood through veins, constantly moving, never stopping.

Antoine nods his thanks to Thomas and Berna continues to chatter away. The way joy radiates off of her does make her seem younger than her actual years.]

Thank you, Thomas. You continue to flatter and I continue to float. And well, everything's pleasurable, even business.

A happy customer was sad to see me close up shop— I was selling my art you see, so as one last goodbye before I leave for other horizons, they wanted a donation to their auction.

[She points to the silent auction table where the large ceramic bowl stands, the centerpiece of the display. Guests who pass by linger their noses inhaling the air around them and it's enough to make them write down their bid.]

So because of my contribution, I now have the freedom to drink and be merry. I also believe they wanted me to be here so they could look at me for the rest of the night as well.