"He is not," he whispers pleadingly to Lily's side, "Gentle with the trim."

It matters to an old man turned into whimsical particles. "No one knows why Ellethia perished first. Some call it the curse of arrogance. It was a young nation, thriving. For a time, its magic rose meteorically to even laugh down at Taravast. Its commerce exceeded even Sa-Hareth at the peak of salt trade."