Of course it is! And I can't tell if I'm glad for it or not. The cold is lovely in this heat, but my fingertips are starting to become numb... [He lets the Blizzard crystal drop to the floor and rubs his fingers on the inside of his sleeves.]

Oh, I can do a lot more than that. [Braska's eyes twinkle. What he's thinking of doing is a gamble; he may be able to hear the fayth's voices, but they're... faint. And he can't hear all of them. He would hate to try to call to them to put on a show and have it fail. For now, he brings his hands up and casts a Blizzara, this time keeping the large ice crystal floating between his hands.]

I could show you more in person, if you'd like.