Laga wasn't sure what he meant by that first comment. Her magic was pretty potent for someone of the Shadowreavers, so it would have been quite powerful for a runic of that form. Or maybe he meant she didn't need it because she looked fine as is. Or maybe this Orc didn't know shit about magic. Either way, the comment was funny. Chuckling in turn, she tilted her head in response to the second question. "Magic is perception. I stole from Lessat so that darkness could overcome them. Rather than take revenge on me, Lessat took their sight because it was convenient. The drawings of the Rune detailed this exchange, at the cost of blood." She poked the pastry of the pie, it had gotten stiff in the cool air of the stone tavern. "First step to magic is understanding that it doesn't make sense. But methods that have been shown to work, well they work. So..." Her gaze lifted from the pie to the Orc as he remarked on the beer, mirroring her own penchant for consumption. "...fuck if I know. But it worked, didn't it."