[some of what he's hearing makes sense - he sees parallels to his own world, which literally runs on magic. Octiron, that's a bit what this aether sounds like, at least in a "congealed" form. Sort of. ...Except for the wishes part.

That doesn't make sense at all.]

Like... like golems, sort of? Er. Less obedient, maybe, since you said they have their own agendas. But this only works for the Beast Tribes, does it? Or is it they're the only ones who have them?

[Rincewind leans back against the booth some as a thought occurs.]

...You don't have any with you, right?