[ That's... sobering. Four hundred years, and then war? One would think that peace could last forever at that rate. Sandry tries to imagine Emelan at war and... can't. It was one thing when the pirates attacked, but war?

She gives a small shake of her head and draws the gods-circle on her chest. ]

I hope so as well. And I hope your war ends quickly and easily- though I don't believe that's the usual way of war. I'm glad you at least are able to help your people with your knowledge.

[ At least, that's what it sounded like he was saying. ]