"Naturally. I have read all about the fall of the fortress at Ostagar and the civil war. There is an excellent account regarding the economic impacts of the Fifth Blight by Enchanter Adair. I'm not usually inclined toward such texts as they tend to be desperately dry, but Adair is--or was, as I have seen no work from her otherwise so who can say if she survived the Mage-Templar conflict--a dab hand at making the stuff digestible. This may sting."

With the clump of wax sufficiently softened, Wysteria shifts up to take his right hand in both of hers. It's a fine thing to concentrate on--working the thick salve mercilessly across the hills and valleys of chapped knuckles, unhesitating with respect to the rawest portions of skin. In the dream, her hands had been very strong - well acquainted with the kind of power necessary for the detail work of manufacturing, of handling tools and bending metal and stripping and cutting of wire. Here, they are largely ink stained and without callous. The dark burn scar which peppers the skin between the thumb and forefinger of her right hand is the only real testament to work.