I see no child.

( He concedes, once more agreeable, perhaps in a gentle approximation of the exact tone he might deploy on children. He has raised a son, indomitable, kind. He may rear an accomplished man through the growing pains of his temper.

As long as he retains a mild disposition and a scrupulous talent for avoiding the milling crowds that bustle alongside them, minding the endless business of their seals, the reinforcement, the magic that stokes and soars and never quite latches —

All will be well. Arguably, all is already well. )

You assisted the forges, the mines or the paladins' chamber?

( There is a helpful scarcity of alternatives in the cavernous undergrounds. )