"That's why I'm glad we've established a bastion in Kirkwall, honestly. It's best that the thin-Veiled city is in our hands, rather than the magister intent on breaching the Fade. He could do so far more easily here, I suspect." Cheery thought, Inessa.

She pours some more water for him and herself. "I look forward to reading it, of course." Garahel, refreshed, pads over and drops a ball right by Myr's lap. He doesn't need to see to throw it, right?