His hand snatches for the blanket -

Misses. Isaac stoops to bundle it up, considers: Why not ask?

"The question owns greater dimensions than most newcomers find reason for interest," Theology, biology, thaumaturgy; nests of politics and personal grievance. "I don't restrict that to the Rifted. There are enough mages who bury their heads."

A convenient position for the axe. Across the screen, he begins the fussy business of unfastening his vest, shirtsleeves, second knife,

"But if you've the stomach to answer, I've ears to listen."