"Concerning on my part. Sorcerers -- my sort, not yours -- need to dump the energy we accumulate somewhere," Penric said. "I've already been noticing more accidents around me. It probably means we're also shedding it into my own body."

Sorry.

Pen stopped to mentally reassure Desdemona that this was not something she could control, since it was apparently happening to everyone. And if all else failed, he could start setting fires somewhere damp enough they wouldn't spread.

"But... that pearl is not something I've ever heard of anyone doing where I'm from. At best, sorcerers can seem to act quickly by our demons changing how we perceive time moving at."