Balthazar looks around at the room as the dream fades. It's the same as before, bottles and vials, shelves and tables. "That was...interesting."

He wonders, but doesn't want to suggest, if it may have been a hallucinogen rather than magic. But then they wouldn't have all had the same dream, would they? "If everyone feels all right, we could try another. Did you want to open the one in your hand, Roi?"