Strange doesn’t seem to know what to make of that — sounds like eugenics, bud — but thankfully he manages to bite back that instinctive sarcasm. Takes a sip of his tea instead, to give himself a moment. This is his very first time meeting a Tevene.

But he has read extensively in the Gallows library. Enough to learn that Theodosian magic tends to run in bloodlines, where it’s been stamped out like a stubborn weed — or, it seems, carefully nurtured like a garden in Tevinter. So he offers up a tidbit instead, a contrast between their worlds:

“The school of magic that I belong to, it’s all a product of training and education. Theoretically anyone can learn magic and become a sorcerer here, given enough time and dedication. Moreso nurture than nature.”