[Waver laughed before he could think to stop himself, a brief and dryly sharp sound. For only a second, the smile on his face was bright in much the way of an impending wildfire--haphazard and unconstrained by the cautious propriety of a mage. It wasn't often he liked being proven wrong, but what the priest had just said struck a chord that rang like something Waver himself might have said.]

Forgive me--I think I evaluated you incorrectly when last we spoke. I think you and I are going to get along much better than I expected.

[In the next second that razor-sharp smile was gone--or at least tempered by something a little more reasonable.]

I know exactly how that feels.