"I am right, am I not?" Prytanis persists, leaning closer to Inric. "Tha came here by magic." "That is correct." "Tell me about this magic." He sits down, and Inric resists the urge to move further along the bench. "What is it you want to know?" "How is the prayer - the ritual - sung? Or is it spoken? What words to use? How many people may travel through one prayer?" "I do not use rituals. And I think we are talking about different magic." "It is still magic. The magic of ancient Eld. My birthright." He leans closer still, so Inric can feel his breath on his cheek. "I will learn it. Tha will teach me."