The Carriages were lavish enough to put even the most gaudy of Wolfe's works to shame, with everything coated in precious metals and silks, but the suspension was an archaic double spring setup that left much to be desired.
"I take it that your people have developed magic into an entirely offensive direction? I don't see much sign of it around the city, which is a rather stark contrast to my home, especially given that your people do have powerful mages." Wolfe asked as they travelled.
The General laughed. "Our magic is so much different than yours that we could hardly call it the same art. Where we only use Holy Magic, granted to us through our faith in the Divine One, yours creates Elemental Barriers, makes plants grow, and allows you to fly in the most unnatural of ways."
Wolfe smiled. "The most natural, actually. My flight spell is a manipulation of Gravity. I remove my weight, and naturally, I will float away like a party balloon."
