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On'Azadre is a scholar-mage who seems to have a great deal of knowledge about magical theory. He is keen to get a look at what spells Ruasel may have been researching in this secluded chamber. He is nearly as arrogant as Zalil.
"It is not speed alone, Harvest," Pasix had ever called her by the new name when he wished to make a serious point. "There is a power that lies within all people that can be brought into the force of a blow. It is the place from which your determination comes. It is a strength of will. Even a stubbornness."
"If you learn the use of this force, you take into your hands a grave and very serious responsibility. In its use you create two paths. One road leads to life and the other to death. Neither is necessarily good nor bad, and the choice can mean many things for many people. To choose Life can bring as onerous a responsibility as to choose Death."
"I am leaving now, Harvest. You have wisdom and strength, and it is time that you learned to trust in them ...
"Death is in and of itself a lesson in the value of life. Do you understand what that means, Harvest?" Soon after christening her with the new name, Pasix had made it a point to use it often. "One would have little value without a knowledge of the other. There are many essential dichotomies upon which our values are based. And it is upon these values that we establish our Laws."
"These Laws create equilibrium. They allow us to go about our daily lives knowing what we might expect at any moment. This is very powerful, Harvest. Without it life would be filled with pain and mistrust for most people in the Wold. And there would be none of the great things that people have achieved as a civilization."
Pasix had looked down into the wide brown eyes of his adopted ward.
"Someday, you will understand, Harvest. Someday."
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