Andreas "Excuse me, Mr. Mortimer sir," Andreas called from his lawn-level seat. "Just, before the moment passes, you don't have any magical... shoulder-fixing spell, or something? Or maybe some bandages for the road. And a map, actually, or a tourist guide... " a tourist guide? What was he saying? "... just in case anything's changed since Miss was here last. Looking pretty cool, Miss, by the way."