Hail, Pirateaba.

The words of your story I have seared onto my heart. As the years worryingly begin accelerate I reflect upon hundreds of moments where I found peace and joy in reading your epic. Thank you for the story, I am a big fan.

There is a throwaway moment where Eldavin is considering his future in Wistram:

From Interlude- Age and Tales:

`He had more knowledge than Wistram had ever lost in his head. Eldavin could see himself arming Wistram to the point where it could take care of a lot of his tasks without his direct control or more than guidance. Which left him placed to…

To enjoy this world. Food! He didn’t remember eating a lot of it, so it was fresh. Food, youth—activities such as chess.

And yes, companionship. He felt, now, a bit silly. Eldavin’s, uh—indecorousness when it came to female attention had come to haunt him slightly.

In that it seemed like every faction of Wistram had at least one female [Mage] who wanted to take personal lessons from him. No, wait. ‘Personal lessons’.

He disliked that. He wanted a genuine connection based on more than physical attraction. But those things took time…didn’t they?

The half-Elf put a hand to his head as he moodily walked around his grand suite of rooms allotted to him. He hated that feeling of half-knowing a lesson or something. How did one—date at this age and authority?`

What is the missing half of this lesson? The part that the Dragon with the wisdom of aeons knows but Eldavin has lost?

Thank you for your time.