Ugh, don't remind Clarisse of air conditioning. She rifted in in the middle of summer. At least these days the weather's cooling off.

"I mean, when I got here someone offered me a healing potion." Which she didn't accept, for the record. "So there's magic involved somehow. But I haven't been out of the Gallows enough to see how it really works."

It had been fine, at first—she hadn't wanted to talk to anyone, much less go on missions. But by this point, it's clear in her voice that she's itching to start doing War Stuff.