"The Age of Mist?" Altair muttered as the dry ache at the back of his throat returned. He grunted, giving the ache a scratch. " What is that?"
"That'll cost you, " said Tasha with a mischievous smile.
At that moment, Syris hopped down like a little cat onto the balcony. "The Age of Mist is how we once categorized the Source between Heaven and Earth. Back then, we didn't have phrases like mana, Ether, or Qi. Rather, we had Mist. It was around that time that Soloman created the System of Arcane Arts we use today. One can say the Age of Mist was the Origin of all magic."
Tasha tsked, "Seems someone is knowledgeable." she'd hoped to at least gain a favor or two.