Tsanna pats her rat gently. Her rat's grey body is swollen, as if it were carrying a brood of twin-headed beas

Tsanna pats her rat gently. Her rat's grey body is swollen, as if it were carrying a brood of twin-headed beasts. "Your pack grows like rabbits, and your mages multiply along with the rest. You should find yourself an advisor, a Magister, to look after these spellcasters and keep them on a tight leash. You might find my methods for establishing order too rough."