Teren has been silent all this time, taking a moment only to look mildly rankled by the suggestion that she is paranoid. First of all, how dare you, second of all, is it really paranoia if it's true?

But there are more pressing things at hand, namely, some ridiculous strain of cockamamie new-world magic bollocks that she can't even begin to fathom, and everyone here is talking about it like they've just found a pretty but potentially useful new kind of rock.

"What??" she says again, clawing her hands out on both sides.