"Swordmaster, he's under the impression I hired him as a heavily armed nursemaid," he supplies (dryly, fondly), but he's already smiling - he's not going to pretend not to be outrageously proud of that particular accomplishment, after the time and effort that went into it. "The torches were one of my earlier ideas for the castle - the first of my forays into stealing innovations of the modern era and recreating them myself."

The fact he got to light things on fire for weeks on end made it one of his favourites, too, although the accomplishment all by itself would've been more than enough. As is obvious, from how easily he's sidetracked onto this topic. A gentle breeze could persuade Martel to talk about the work he loves.