Well met, Priest. [Lancelot bows his head in Passing-- or rather, attempting to pass. For he cannot move, and the Priest himself is making no better progress forward than he. Lancelot stands, practically chest to shoulder with the Man, and raises a questioning brow.]
Since I doubt this Magic is any of your Doing, it must be some Device of this Place...
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[Lancelot bows his head in Passing-- or rather, attempting to pass. For he cannot move, and the Priest himself is making no better progress forward than he.
Lancelot stands, practically chest to shoulder with the Man, and raises a questioning brow.]
Since I doubt this Magic is any of your Doing, it must be some Device of this Place...