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The evening began with Arrowyy explaining the economy of sleep, spellwork, and not wasting one’s last useful trick on a rat. Blaedy took it in sensibly: small charms for small troubles, proper magic when a fight deserves it. Meho immediately improved matters by proposing slick floors, frozen puddles, and lightning through water. There is comfort in a party that sees a puddle and thinks tactically.
Arrowyy then asked why elves went hungry for arcane power while human mages merely become unbearable. A fair question, if asked with the solemnity of a man inspecting a suspicious pie. We wandered through old wells, old grief, and the hazards of building a whole people around one shining source.
Then Blaedy brought up the new rule that binds a fighter to one banner. Everyone agreed the wardens could prevent spying and harassment without making people choose half their friends forever. Arrowyy, naturally, saw this not as a limitation but as proof the wardens ought to build a cleverer ward. He may be right, which is irritating enough to preserve.
