It’s all very well deciding to build the means to save British magick. Top marks for ambitious goals!… But there are one or two obstacles in the way.
For one, said means does not yet exist, and it’ll take a genius to sort that one out. Luckily, we’ve got one of those. We call him Orlando.
For another, nothing at all can be built without materials, and no common-or-garden commodities will do. It’s got to be silver. The impossibly rare, virtually extinct kind.
This one’s on me, Val and Jay.
So it’s down into the depths of history in search of the answer. Could the crackpot alchemists of ages past really turn lead into magickal silver?
Everyone says it’s impossible. But if we can’t find a way to conquer the impossible, what’s to become of magick?