Caleb nodded, allowing himself to look smug only briefly. That was right. Essek had laughed. He let his own thoughts drift back to that memory, of sharing that space within his Tower with Essek, a glimpse into his own subconscious more than anything else.

He rather thought if he could cast the Tower again -- when he could cast the tower again -- he ought to do a little rearranging, to carve a space out for Essek as well, just as the rest of the Nein had their places in his sanctuary. It was something to think on, to prepare for when he managed to reclaim his magic.

"Oh they are. You may not recover. Bards are not the only ones who can cast laughter." The Zemnian wizard looked back at Essek with something of a playful challenge in his own town. "I don't believe I've ever seen you actually on your toes before today." Floaty drow man.