"The trouble is common sense," Isaac loves the sky, but you don't live in a tower so long without pondering a drop down its side. There was that girl in Ghislain, who talked her way onto a parapet — "Alright, alright. I'll watch from the ground."

Good-natured grousing. Vlast's hinted often enough at wings. If he doesn't entirely believe it, well, it's as with Strange: One might imagine themselves a surgeon so well as a dragon. He tosses the lighter over.

"The Venatori excavate half again as much as us. It pays to keep contacts. And," A tired breath. "I suspect us familiar with the dig site. The Inquisition has been here before."