Silences Chantry

	Istariel opened her mouth to deliver a historical reminder when a magical concussion ripper through the Chantry. The constant buzz of magaes' Talent ceased and, for the first time in centuries, perhaps the first time since it was built, the Chantry was utterly silent. The magic ripped through everything, though it destroyed nothing except whatever the Sisters were actively weaving. It had character, a distinct flavor: free and fierce, not hostile, but rather a strength unaware of itself. The impossible image that leapt to Istariel's mind was of a teenage archmage, and it shook her to her core. Ariel had tried to chain him, and he refused to be chained.
	Magically, Istariel felt like a little girl trapped between screaming parents.
	"Wh-what was that? the ambassador asked.
	*By the Seraph, it was powerful enough even this un-Talented toad could feel it.*