Felassan nods – other than that speech, yes — with a smile that turns wry as she clarifies how little she knows.

"I was hoping you would tell me that we have been trapped in an unexplored portion of the Fade by a collection of powerful demons who think they're funny," he says, leaning his head back to look at the ceiling. He does not try to peel it away with his will. It doesn't feel like his magic is weak; it feels like his magic is gone, so there is nothing to try with. "If you can't rule it out, maybe I'll keep hoping."