His writing was not immediate, mostly because he didn't really have that kind of knowledge. His mute status had nothing to do with something of that sort. His voice was the price he paid to stay alive essentially. The ability to speak seemed a very small thing to pay forward when it guaranteed his life. And made it more difficult to kill him the second time around. And gave him a dragon companion who could easily roast more Empire soldiers than a banquet could host a plethora of basted pigs.

I suppose it is a possibility. He paused momentarily and lifted one hand and shoulder in something of a casual shrug. Understand that my knowledge on magic is limited. I am no mage, Miss Chiyo. I am a swordsman, which but a few tricks up my very sleeves.

And that really was the truth of the matter. It certainly is not impossible. Although for inquiries of that nature, I might recommend seeking the assistance of someone who would know of those arts better. I can only instruct you in coping, not in the source or the cure.