"I know you, 'Daeus. I would not put it past you to try and flick my forehead at some point thinking 'twould be a bit of fun," he says sourly.

Slumping back into his seat, he folds his hand in his lap and sighs. "I came to admire the Garlean people," he mutters. "Such an industrious lot. Although they lacked any sort of talent for shaping aether, their resilience was unmatched."