"Do you know what it was the wizards wanted?" "Some kind of ore, I think. They never said, but there was a lot of digging." Inric tries to repress a frown at the information, which he had half expected anyway. "And... how did the war start?" Davo gives Inric a long, thoughtful look before replying. "The rumour was that the Ashan-Gethir had been ordered to leave. Not by the other wizards, but by some kind of higher-up. They didn't want to go. Said they'd been here longer, which they had. Said they'd been cheated somehow." He looks cross himself, relating the tale. "And we didn't take kindly to them being ordered to leave either. I mean, if our wizards had to go, but the Kalein kept theirs, how's that fair?"