"The one in charge goes by Admin," Sabriel says, "And no one knows where they are physically, but you can contact them on this device. I should warn you though- they're under some kind of binding and unable to explain as much as they- or I- would like." A strange binding, one that caused harm to the one hearing what had been forbidden, rather than simply stilling the speaker's tongue, "And they seem to enjoy being cryptic anyway."

Sabriel holds up her phone. "Everyone here has one of these- it just shows up in our pockets on arrival, and no one's sure exactly how it gets there," She frowns, "It's one of many mysteries about this place, although among the least disturbing."

Technology was mostly a mystery to Sabriel, but not a threatening one. When the kettle whistled, she grabbed it, pouring out it out into two mugs, and offered one to Cal.

"Here- let it steep for a few minutes. Do you want cream or sugar?"