Kelson could quite see it. There were already arguments in Gwynedd about who should wield magic, depending on their breeding and training. It was absolutely infuriating. A way to keep those who others deemed not worthy of magic away from the 'rightful' kind. Yes, he could quite see it. He got a sour look on his face.

"People will quite fight over anything. Things would be quite a bit easier if everyone learned to mind their own business and leave everyone else alone. You can dress it up and call it culture and identity but really it's about control." Really, ask him how he felt about it.

"Sorry. Sore subject. I'm Kelson, it's a pleasure to meet you Bay. My world argues about it all. Whether or not magic is evil. Whether or not certain individuals should be allowed to practice magic. Whether or not others are trained enough to be allowed to continue." People would fight about whether or not the sky was blue, he was certain of it.