About as often as you need to breath, it feels like. Do yourself a favour and be careful of what you eat around here. More often than not, it's like flipping a coin whether you'll get drugged or not.

[ At this stage, it's...best not to mince his words. Sorry, Mordred. Tough as you sound, even he's succumbed under the pressure. But at least the two of them can get a move-on now, trusting in her to continue to point him in a general direction towards the front entrance of the Cloud Dwelling Gardens. If there are treasure chests? This time, he's keen on ignoring them. Knowing their luck, it was bound to be some sex toy or book neither of them were interested in.

...He can only assume she wasn't interested in them. ]