It's not so much concrete proof to me as... [He pauses, face flicking through emotions of trying to find the right words and say them without coming off as the kind of condescending mage he hates back home. Waver settles on what he hopes is an even handed phrasing of things.]
...What I'm used to in terms of magecraft and magic is substantially different. It demands exacting results and you document them so the information can be passed down. What you just described would be waved off, so I'm just. [Struggling to figure out if he'd ever have that kind of belief? Maybe. But Waver's expression settles on a sort of frustrated sigh that is clearly trying to get to terms with something he'd usually shrug off as folklore and the kind of superstition that old wise women who weren't magi at all claimed heritage to.]
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...What I'm used to in terms of magecraft and magic is substantially different. It demands exacting results and you document them so the information can be passed down. What you just described would be waved off, so I'm just. [Struggling to figure out if he'd ever have that kind of belief? Maybe. But Waver's expression settles on a sort of frustrated sigh that is clearly trying to get to terms with something he'd usually shrug off as folklore and the kind of superstition that old wise women who weren't magi at all claimed heritage to.]