[Shaking his head, Quentin smiles softly. Margo had been over the moon about those axes, and they had been pretty cool and the story of how she got them was interesting and heart-wrenching. The first time. It started getting a little repetitive the fifth time she told it.]

They were made of sand? Uh, a special kind of sand that you can only find in the Wandering Dunes in Fillory? But-- but she made them herself, picked the grains out of the regular sand and made her axes. They-- I never saw them do anything ice-related, so they might just be ice axes because they were Margo's? She was-- very good with ice. [Shaking his head, trying to let go of his last memory of Margo, crouched on the forest floor, hands pressed to Eliot's gushing stomach wound and crying a little, and Quentin looks back up.]

What's a Grandmaster?