[ Uuuughhh. Astarion copies Iorveth, leaning back in his chair now, limbs limp as he throws his head back and groans. Unfortunately, he does like Gale, and he'd rather dislike it if their friendship were to end over a tiff with the Academy. ]

I told you that this is too hard.

[ He can't do it! And yet he must, lest Iorveth become disappointed in him. A long moment passes, the gears in his head dusting off their cobwebs and turning. ]

I've read that Amn—Athkatla included—is presided over by some cadre of fancy wizards. [ The Cowled Wizards, to be specific, the arbiters of magic use in Amn. ] Perhaps one of them might have a collection for us to... appropriate.