"Yeah, though it is a modern re-imagination - language changes and nobody knows anymore what the original way of canting was, things like that." She shrugs, though only lightly to not make the bed that she is currently holding up move and if worst came to worst slip from her fingers and crash down. "You'd have to ask old fool Leif about those things. Though with him you never know where truth ends and fiction starts, and the other way round.

Why are you asking?"