In the Briar, after sharing a sumptuous dinner with Heila, Talauia, and Jacques the night before, Ashlynn and Amahle left early in the morning following an abbreviated breakfast of oats left to simmer overnight and a cold, smoked sausage.
When they entered the wide, flat-bottomed boat, the fog of the Briar had only begun to lighten for the day. Despite that, the witch who had made the Briar her home navigated smoothly through the mist shrouded waterways toward their destination, providing a lesson as they went.
"The practice of sorcery rarely requires elaborate rituals or the use of external focuses," Amahle explained. "The amount of power a sorcerer can use is limited to the energy of their own body. You can think of it like serving tea to a small group of friends. The pot of tea represents your own body and the tea itself is the energy within you. How difficult is it to pour tea?"
