"He was far more skilled in the craft than I am," Carlisle returns, his brow furrowing as Glacius coughs. He clears his own throat again, fighting a cough of his own. "He was a famed magician, alchemist, writer, adventurer... Pendlebrook Brimstone did it all, from discovering new spells and enchantments to helping establish diplomatic ties with other peoples."

And there's that cough, finally making it's way out of him before he sips again at his tea. It's a bit dark for him to actually read from the book, but he knows enough about Pendlebrook Brimstone that he could prattle on forever. The guy may or may not be his hero.

"You should rest yourself, but if you'd like, I could tell you more about him."