"Exactly. The odd thing is that the blankness left by the spell started to be repaired, all on its own. But I suppose I did too much damage, and whoever controls the city decided to turn it into destruction rather than repair it wholly." He conjures an illusion of the park as he saw it to illustrate. There's a furrow of nothingness running through it, but the grass and paths push into the edges on their own, as if trying to close the wound.

"I have become used to being a fugitive over the past few years, and I am full of tricks," he starts to dismiss the offer. "However, I have never been confined to a single city that is under the control of the enemy hunting me. If you have experience and advice for that, I would be quite interested in hearing it.