Kanimir is, as he often is, sitting in his library enjoying a book on magic and pondering theoretical innovation. He has an idea; he writes it down. It probably won't pan out, most of them don't, but it might.
enslaving elementals offends Kanimir grievously
make_opportunity
"I meant could I read over your shoulder or was it private but I guess that answers that -" She runs her fingers over the tablet.
make_opportunity
She pokes that one and tries to figure it out. It is difficult since translation does not extend to icons.