'Glintstone staff styled as a scepter. A gift once given to the demi-humans to foster peace, it can be wielded even by those of low intelligence. Sneered at by fools in the academy.' The Demi-Humans are the Lands Between's dispossessed indigenes, small fur-covered hominids with their own queens, their own makeshift villages in the forest margins of every region, and their own fragmentary memory of having predated the Erdtree's annexation. The Carian academy, in some moment of conscience now lost to record, gifted the demi-human queens glintstone scepters as a peace-keeping gesture. The same academy then ridiculed the resulting magic as fit only for those of low intelligence.

'Twisted clay sculpt in the shape of a demi-human head. Emits a voice that says "You're beautiful." A wistful fetish that imparts voices and words on an eternal journey. Unconditional love. Unrestrained assurance. It must have been a mother speaking.' The Prattling Pates are the canon's quietest evidence of demi-human inner life. They are clay heads, twisted, recognisable. They speak short sentences in voices the Tarnished can almost place. The pates that say you're beautiful or thank you are made in the shape of a demi-human child's head, and the canon tells the reader, in the sole declarative sentence permitted, that the voice giving the assurance must have been a mother speaking. The academies' ridicule and the mother's voice belong to the same demography. The fools in the academy laughed at the love a demi-human grandmother put into a piece of clay.