With some measure of trepidation, Vincent picks up the phone. "Hello? ...yes. ....Yes. No, I don't think so.... Yes. I understand. Thank you."
He hangs up the phone, then turns around. "Okay, we're leaving now. I don't have all the details, but the guard from the Royal Palace is on their way here to speak with us, you in particular--" he points at Argo. "--and they don't sound happy."
He attempts to teleport them elsewhere--
--and nothing happens.
Vincent's eyes grow wide as he pales somewhat. "Oh dear..."
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