Cries of outrage filled the chamber.
Rastael, you are a Lunatic! A particularly loud voice erupted from the back of the chamber.
Listen, Rastael, you are a powerful Mage, and a wise man, but you cant possibly think that the Ikkir, of all races, are the equals of the Malakim! They do a noble work for us, mining the Celestium that gives us our strength, our richness, but they are little more than animals.
Animals? Animals? The Ikkir are much more than animals, they merely require guidance to elevate them from their basest instincts. Rastael countered.
Ridiculous. The Ikkir LIKE mining. They are a base people, and, like all base people, they like grubbing about in the dirt. They Came from beneath the dirt. It is their home!
Ridiculous? you think they like to be in the dirt? Carel, you spent some of your early years in the Keknaya Oznisai. You know how the Ikkir there are devoted to the stars. I hold that, as the most enlightened of the peoples of El-Or, it is our job, our DUTY to the lesser peoples of El-Or to enlighten them, to help them from the filthy morass into which they are bound. And tell me, are we not already helping the Ikkir by providing them with Mining automatons?
Enough! Silence filled the chamber, as the assembled Malachim all turned to Uriel, whose magically enhanced voice cut through the chatter.
Rastael, you have convinced me to let you try. You will train an Ikkir in the arts of Magic.
Beg your pardon, sir, I have already done so. Rastael Gestured to the door, through which a well dressed young Dwarf, clad in the newest Malachim fashion entered. This is Kaseisuna. She attracted my attention a few years ago as I was visiting the mines. she was exercising some degree of magical control over the lights in the mine, adjusting them to her preference. I took her away from the mines and instructed her to use her innate talent. Come, my dear, Show them what you can do.