"An artifact dealer?" That seems to ping something in him, something that comes with mixed feelings. "Are you the one who mentioned imbued items the other day? I know of magical objects, but not objects that become magical somehow." Was that yesterday or a few days ago? The answer to that slips through Gansey's fingers. How on earth are they supposed to hand in assignments on time when time is so hard to keep track of? There better be academic provisions for this.

"True enough. I don't think the average horse would be pleased about being robotically shod, either."