"Magical Swordsmanship?" Ülgen said, lightly surprised. 'So the elves of this plane are stronger than I thought. They can even create a class like that on a plane not yet even of mid tier.'
'Indeed, the elves of Azderos are no ordinary folk,' Vaenlith replied. 'They were the first to uncover the planar invasion orchestrated by the entity known as the Sacred Spirit. If the Lepidus Empire still stands, they owe it to the elves.'
'It seems we'll need to exchange knowledge about Azderos as well,' Ülgen said, then scratched his chin—a habit he often fell into while thinking in his Nord human guise. 'I'm not sure we can supply the magical resources you require. Hvítreiðr's foundations aren't very strong, and the few arcane plants we cultivate are already consumed by our own mages. It won't meet your demands.'
