
The magick globes of Wyld Oscelda. Alca's magicks, distilled into globes of the witch's own conjuring. 'Tis said when the Felling fires were quenched, Oscelda retreated to her wevetroot study. So guilt-stricken was she, so desperate to cast a spell that would right her wrongs, she conjured Esthelle. Three orbs, three amends, should she ever meet the Empress again. Of course, she would not.