There’s always work, and no rest for the wicked. So Strange is fairly reliably found in either the infirmary, library, or Research offices, and today it happens to be the latter. During the decommissioning of Project Felandaris, the sorcerer has (perhaps unsurprisingly) decided to jump ship to Sashamiri, and so he’s been reorganising his papers, archiving the previous notes, putting in requests for anything of relevance in order to catch up on other man’s project.

Which is how Julius finds him: camped out at the back of the workroom, his assigned desk a riot of books. He glances up as Julius enters, moving down through the rows, and he waves an absentminded hand to catch his attention.

“Oh good, you’re here,” he says, and, “Did you happen to drum up those notes on the taint?”

Pathology and infectious disease isn’t his specialty, but when needs must. A corrosive soul-rotting magical blight? He wants to read all about it.