The West is a journey made only one way, in most cases. [ he could list them all in the span of a single breath, but he refrains, not wanting to bore the outsider (is such a thing possible?) or flood him with too much information. he digresses, watching the nug chew her prize, and tugs his own sleeves in protective sympathy. ]

Perhaps they still teach in Valinor- I suspect they do- but in Middle Earth, we wait. We watch.

[ the sea-longing has no hold on him yet. even if it did, he would shunt it to the side in favor of other, more urgent callings. he wonders if thedas' oceans will tempt him in the same way. perhaps he will find out. ]

And what of you, my friend. What Craft draws you?