When Bel created the world, he created it in the image of
the world which had come before. In his reforging, he returned much of what man
once was. Before magic, the sight, and knowledge.
Whispers of magic endure even now, yet always prove untrue. They
were ancient even in the old city, which forms the bones beneath our own. And
they were ancient even in the city beneath that.
Do not, my students, be led down the path of hunting old magic.
It is a proven folly. Nobles of every era have spent their fortunes on such
wishes. You would do better by investing in the thriving fishing trade - our
great wooden ships have begun mastering the ever-dark lake tunnels. Or, you
could throw your inheritance away, on magic and yester-world tales. Even now, half
the great houses dig, supposing that they just need to find the ruins of a city
deep enough.
-
Lecture from the Scribe Orvo, who later embarked
on an expedition to the mines beneath, seeking treasure and magic.
