Magic is meant to serve man, and never rule over him.

[ Laica recites it dutifully, the words that have been used to keep her button-down and subdued her entire life, afraid of reaching her own potential lest she go against the will of the Maker who gave her that power to begin with.

She frowns at his explanation. ]

Starting to wonder about the wisdom of our captors. Why bring more people into a place that's already fragile? And then make us clean up instead of reinforce the structure?