[He considered both questions with a little hum, swirling the alcohol in his glass thoughtfully. He finally shrugged slightly as he started with the second question,]

Would I actually know if I were slowly going crazy?

[He wasn’t sure if he would, all things considered. Taking a sip of his drink, Llewellyn moved on to the easier to answer question.]

The council let me open a private investigation office, I’ve uh— been spending most of my time working on little cases for the locals. Missing items, petty string of thefts. Stuff like that?

[It’s not really enough for his mind, but it would have to do for now. It at least broke up his days a little, and gave him a reason to keep moving.]