"You're right, actually," Waver agreed, following the map and the lines being traced. He frowned, trying to imagine the implications of say, Thedas actually being flat. "Any society eventually gets to seafaring and exploring. It can take some time, and bodies of water might be massive, but it does happen. And it isn't as if the histories here are young either." He paused, tapping his chin thoughtfully.

"Blights and wars slow. They don't halt. But what is the impediment then? I certainly can't think of any." His gaze seemed to seek Araceli's opinion on the matter. He was no sailor.


Waver could only agree with what should be done. It was the ideal, as far as he was concerned, but Waver also knew that magi erred towards being less progressive rather than more. "It'd take generations to get to that point of change. I think the outside world is forcing some stuff to move along faster though, and I can only ope that this area is one of them."

"As for correspondence, I fully admit that my time and place has made us lucky. But it isn't like the network here is the only form of communication, you know? Same holds true for home. The instant one is just the primary means."