See, that sounds more like it. When you've got something that useful, there's always going to be some dick deciding who should get it or not. Even if they'd had something like it where Lambert comes from, the peasants would still be getting the shit end of the stick. In fact, it wouldn't surprise him to learn the sorceresses had something similar to that already in place and he didn't just know about it.

"We've got something like that ... sort of." Lambert frowns. Elven ruins are everywhere, almost under every city, and they always seem to be full of curses or magical artifacts that were sealed away for a reason. At any rate, it's probably better to take a chance to learn more about Rita's world and magic than talk about his own (again), so he gestures for her to go on.

"How does it work?"