Here's the scene: a small inn on the outskirts of town. Two men sit at the bar, emptied mugs all around them. They've had more than enough to drink, but think themselves sober enough to discuss the proper technique of conjuring an elemental. The less inebriated of the two insists that the fingers are an integral part of the summoning, that their placement and position aids with the channeling of magic. He is, of course, correct. The second man is a lackluster sorcerer, one who doesn't grasp the nuanced nature of the gesture; he believes the wrists are where the real work lies.
And that's where I come in. Unable to ignore their conversation from my seat at a nearby table, I felt it necessary to correct the sorcerer, noting that there is quite a difference in how we wizards handle the Weave, as opposed to the instinctual magic of which he was supposedly capable. He did not take kindly to that one bit, nor the part where I called him an uneducated ignoramus, and so he tossed me through the window.
i'm sorry about him
And that's where I come in. Unable to ignore their conversation from my seat at a nearby table, I felt it necessary to correct the sorcerer, noting that there is quite a difference in how we wizards handle the Weave, as opposed to the instinctual magic of which he was supposedly capable. He did not take kindly to that one bit, nor the part where I called him an uneducated ignoramus, and so he tossed me through the window.