Suppose that ain't too strange a notion. The human child from above, the one that changed the king and queen's life for the better - the stories always said they got sick. No explanation, no discussion of how or why.

Then again, it might be it didn't really count as sickness at all.

He don't get much of an explanation as to why they do that. What he does get, instead, is a description of somethin' that reminds him some of the human magicians that once frequented the Surface. Once, because he can't be rightly sure that that's still common knowledge among their lot. Can't be rightly sure what kind of enhancements those might be, other than the examples he offers.

Cripes. And here he thoughts humans didn't need enough power.

"So you got one group of people who're...powerful. More so than your average bear." Just outlining things nice and neat, for clarity's sake. "And you've got the average fella, who might not take kindly to feelin' like there's somethin' out there that could wipe 'em off the map. Has advantages no one else has."

No wonder he fears there'll be a breaking point, given everything. Way he lines it up, it sounds all but inevitable.