Magic makes anything possible. [That is his understanding. His experience.] Lesser magicians existed once, though none have survived. We used them to verify that the Foreigner's thoughts were their own, however. [A break. A silence. He knows that Malicant covered its tracks, but that instance is one where they failed to notice until it was too late. Like with Eshai.] It sought out the weaknesses and exploited them until it took control.

[Evandau looks to the table, to the work he has yet to do so that he may be ready.]

As to the body, there was little enough left. The ground was burned and what remained became cremated.