"So they came to teach us a lesson, and, well, that's how the fighting began. They attacked our farms and looted them, and we attacked back." He takes a long drink. "The wizards fought amongst themselves, which was all for the best, since we couldn't have done much. Here, are you all right?" He frowns across the table in concern. Inric has one hand to his face, struggling to maintain his composure. "I will be well," he says, regaining control. "Thank you for the information." And then, because he needs to know, "what happened after that?"