Very much so, [ Earnest, her hand moving in quick stripes along the page, ] You see — ah, your chin out a little more, yes? Looking up, as if to the sun above.

[ It's Kirkwall. Up, as if to seagull shit, is more likely. ]

You are a mage, yes? [ The... stick, and all. Staff. She's never been entirely clear on what makes them so special (on stage, it's all the glitter and feathers). ] Very good, very good indeed, we've a deadline to work upon and I hope you will forgive me to say you are a vast improvement upon that raggedy blonde fellow —