One of the ferries spirited Nav and I away to an island occupied by some manner of magic shop. Its proprietor was distraught over the loss of a missing infant princess, and conscripted us to gain a mastery of magic to help find her. Most of our time was spent being tasked with trials. Testing our aptitude for the crafting of magicks.
no subject
[He glances away, briefly.]
Some more benign than others.