Hm? [Oh her hands... Waltaquin moves them away entirely, not sure if she's being reprimanded or not.]

Yes, in a sense. The material I use to fuel my sorcery is not native to this world as far as I can tell... I thought my limitations were due to that, but I'm reassured to know I'm not alone in those restrictions.

I don't care for that part of the experience, and I could have gone without feeling such torpor. Without meeting some of you, however, I know my life would be much less interesting.