He wrinkles his nose even as his heart flutters happily. Silly fool. But as ever, he is willing to indulge.
"They were once farmers occupying the warm, southern region of the continent of Ilsabard," he explains. "Their lands were fertile. Despite not possessing the ability to utilise aether, they eked out a humble living tending the fields. But their neighbours, jealous of their prosperity and disdainful of their inability to wield aether, drove them further and further north until they had no choice but to settle in the frigid and barren mountains.
"They had fought every step of the way of course, but without any meaningful way to combat the native magic of the other races, they were left to scrounge for what they could in the harshest region of the land. With their discovery of ceruleum - a type of fuel formed of aether liquefied underground - I was able to set them on a path towards technological dominance."
hey now >8(
"They were once farmers occupying the warm, southern region of the continent of Ilsabard," he explains. "Their lands were fertile. Despite not possessing the ability to utilise aether, they eked out a humble living tending the fields. But their neighbours, jealous of their prosperity and disdainful of their inability to wield aether, drove them further and further north until they had no choice but to settle in the frigid and barren mountains.
"They had fought every step of the way of course, but without any meaningful way to combat the native magic of the other races, they were left to scrounge for what they could in the harshest region of the land. With their discovery of ceruleum - a type of fuel formed of aether liquefied underground - I was able to set them on a path towards technological dominance."