Otter Creek a burning coal touching the prophet's lips

It's just a rock, really. A thought suddenly occurred to Ganondorf. Though Drogon had spent time in the Woods, the time since then could have changed his mind on things. He had spent so long immersed in magic — his family was bred on such things and he had not escaped from such thoughts. The idea that someone could not believe in it was always a shock to him. Do you believe in magic? he asked, tentatively, suddenly aware of how insane he would sound if he tried to explain himself.