Zohvin nods, his fingers working at continuing the knot he started, though a bit slower and more carefully now. It's less an issue of dexterity and more that the mourning knot was elaborate and unfamiliar. He hadn't actually sat down to work on arts and crafts since he was a youngling.

"That's how it always happens, isn't it? Where there's power, someone will take that power and abuse it." Did wizards have their own version of Sith? Dark wizards? It seemed likely enough to him.