"Generally, one witch can craft a Web," Saetan explains. "For a working this big, three are preferred, but Jaenelle... she was Witch, she was the Dreams of the Blood Made Flesh, and that bestowed her with power not seen in the Realms in some time. She could craft a Web on her own, and more often than not, she would draw on her own power, at some cost to her self." His golden eyes might turn misty with thought and remembrance, and he pauses for a moment, recalling the Queen he had served, the daughter of his heart.

He draws in a breath and lifts his chin, his eyes resuming the look of kindly darkness. "But still I have a few tricks hidden in my sleeves and my waistcoat pocket."