Waver laughed nervously at that point. "I'd probably be best at going well that'll lead to this terrible thing that magi do back home." At heart, Waver was a critic. Useful for poking holes in plans, but it was something that could turn off a great many people rather than endear him. "Truthfuly, I'd worry that my cynicism might take over any helpful critique. But if given plans, I could likely identify the potential errors and offer ways to deal with them as they arise."

Pre-triage for problems, really. It wasn't going to change Thedas, it'd just be useful for whoever came next that had to deal with the previous generation's decisions.

"If only there were little pieces of household magic to amplify light, or make it endure," he said with a sigh. Waver hated the little changes the most. Back home he could enchant his own cigars to provide protective fields around him when he lit up. Here, well, that wasn't possible.

"Yes, that'd be him," Waver confirmed. "Big redhead, loud, built like a house. Conquered the known world back home when he was alive." Never mind the time difference between when Waver lived and Iskandar lived. Magecraft had filled in that gap.