Julius nods; his class wasn't the meltdown, but he'd spoken with the enchanter whose class it was. Uldred's rebellion had left all sorts of scars.

"At least in a city you can always step into a tavern or a shop," he offers, not unsympathetically. "Does that help, at least?" He doesn't want Colin to feel he's prying but, at the same sort, he can't help feeling at least mildly responsible for any Kinloch Hold mage he runs across now, especially those young enough he'd taught them.