(OPEN) the warning signs have all been bright and garish

Amun

You'll be faced with problems of all shapes and sizes
You're going to have to make a few compromises

There was a shrine to the Voice in the Atheneum. Amun was sick and needed help. The Voice helped the Ascended.

That had gotten him this far. However, as he pushed the doors to the building open, he found himself at a loss for what to do next. Well, besides stare at the books that were fluttering around like bats. He gaped at them, wide eyed and opened mouth. They made a keening cry.

Zhanshi, of course, knew the books weren't the source of the sound, or even there at all. So he grabbed the leg of Amun's pants and tugged the potter towards the actual crying. It wasn't long before the landshark and Amun stumbled upon Bastien.

Quite literally in the potter's case: he tripped and fell over the prone artist. Landing with a grunt, Amun rolled to his back and off the other man. "Bastien? Is this your latest installation?" The potter gestured at the books circling above.

For now we're happy if not overjoyed
And we'll accept the things we cannot avoid