"Yes, I think he must." Serrin agreed. "He’s obviously a member of some powerful hermetic order. His command of metamagic is something else, I can tell you. He can snap his fingers and do things I’d need a week of preparation to even risk attempting. He’s impressive. And he’s especially impressive because he doesn’t make a show out of it, and he doesn’t do things in ways other than are absolutely necessary. I’ll never be anywhere near that good." He shook his head, but not sadly. "He’s simply in another league. Whatever that is. I think there’s some kind of game afoot among them. And our target is part of that game."