Rhea'li tilts his head to the side. He only knows a little about how Hythlodaeus and Emet-Selch could see what others could not. Of course, he never had the chance to ask more of it; he had been a man on a mission and he had been busy parrying their questions to think about asking questions of his own.

"Sometimes it's pleasant being away from the crush of people," he comments, cleaning off the mess he'd made on the flat stones lining the riverside before taking a seat next to where he'd killed the carp. "What does this city's magic look like to you?"