"I can agree with that sentiment," Alphinaud replies with the tiniest laugh in his breath. He stands upright, cold though it may be, and places a hand upon his chest as he bows in return. "Alphinaud Leveilleur. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

Regarding Ken's earlier comment, he does reflect upon it. Magick, by nature, is capable of tremendous, superhuman feats. It's a common practice in his world, but that doesn't mean it's without limits. Controlling the weather with a simple spell... It isn't impossible for a small location for just a moment of time, he supposes, but with such an ability, Ishgard wouldn't have to suffer in its extremes as it does.

"In regards to this magick," he continues, thoughtfully considering the possibilities, "it is a rather impressive display. I shall be curious to see the permanence of its effects..." On that note, another realization sets in. "It doesn't seem as though anyone has considered reversing the spell. Is this an example of its limitations?"