"Ooh. I really should get involved in this - if naught else the battlefields would make for a neat painting." A journeyman mage then pulls a sheet of paper from his drawer, setting his quill just next to it, before briefly disappearing into his basement to procure a pair of gauntlets. "Mmmh. Yes, these'll do, I think - " That goosefeather quill was then swept up, the nib dipped in green ink, and Arakawa began to write. . .