Jurd was content with his magical powers. He could make mud. Lots and lots of it, as long as he had some water handy. It was a good mud, too, the kind that could be used for pottery or housebuilding or to grow plants, very similar to the one that had surrounded him for most of his life in the swamp. It felt natural to him. Karom felt different too, stronger but even more obedient and smarter than usual. He felt bad for his friend, though. He had the distinct impression that the mages in there weren't quite sure what his powers did. If they knew they sure weren't telling. "I don't know. I don't like it here, it's too crowded, I'd rather be in the forest right now. I'm sure there's lots of interesting stuff in there like mushrooms and herbs".