[Val keeps his composure for a moment more. Same position, same smile. Then all at once he heaves a mighty sigh and falls back against his chair, grabbing up his mug of ale as he does.]

Alas. If only I had such a skill. I have wished every day since before I can remember to have some magic, however small and infinitesimal, reveal itself in me. And I find myself constantly disappointed. Of all the skill I have, this one I cannot acquire. And I want it. Do you know, how maddening that is?