"Mnhhh..." Adequate answers, sadly, are not what one goes to a Potato for.

Perhaps later he'll meet Caster. (And get even more frustrating answers)

"I don't know. It doesn't seem very special. It's just a whole bunch of magic, and I'm a whole bunch of magic..." She frowns, wrinkling her snubby nose. "...maybe that's why everyone was making tired sounds at Granny..."

The Mage's society, suffice to say, has been extremely put upon. How dare this old woman sit there and just...make things, like that, and then not use them for great force,