“That’s part of the ‘hmm’. I’m not sure. It’s… a mixture of bad and good, good and bad. Unpleasant, but nothing worse, and not entirely so.” Trace spent a few moments hmming and hahing. “Think of it this way: if magic were smells, this would be slightly spoiled milk mixed with delicious clementines. Or perhaps it’s the other way around. The bear — which was definitely a thrall, by the way, Catskill — that was rotten fruit that’s been sitting in the sun for weeks.”