"We're spread thin enough, true," He agreed, examining Bethany's staff when it was offered. A simple walking stick, seemingly unremarkable but for the ornamentation, and yet... "Curious. I'd like to hear more about this. Perhaps if you have a camp nearby?"

Now here was an interesting idea. The galaxy was an enormous and unceasingly varied place; even after centuries, not all garden worlds had been discovered, let alone explored. The pioneers and surveyors of the world were always finding new oddities, and this... mage business, now that held promising intrigue. Was it a new form of force sensitivity, or just a new word for old tricks? something else entirely?