There is a certain curse, [Matoba explains, lifting his hand to slip back into his sleeve,] that lingers in this place, seeking to spread its influence. Protections such as those provided by charms seem to do well in protecting against it, so no doubt, they'll become a necessity.

Scattered, a few practitioners may not be able to contain it, but with our energies combined, there may be some helping it.

[Matoba is never opposed to... teamwork, shall we say; it's just that he was always going to operate in his own way, regardless of the opinions or wishes of his compatriots. But he could be generous and he was willing to negotiate. It was business, after all.]

I would like to test a few charms of yours out, should I come across the curse once more.