"I understand your ... fundamental objection, I think, magus Zarkut," Plasmatoris says, idly pushing away the sketch he had been working on and reaching for a drink. "The urge to addendum the charter, and re-sign it is most likely based on the sense that we need to resolidify our brotherhood. Our bound purpose. Oaths have power." He sips at the wine, and frowns at it. He performs a quick incantation to alter its flavor subtly, and returns to sipping.
"We want to addendum the charter, rather than just re-sign the same thing, because we are magi, and we create things. We forge our path and we are masters of our own destiny. We have a sense of hubris in our existence, just by the powers we wield." Plasmatoris gives Zarkut a wide grin. "Magi are less likely to agree to someone else's terms than to dictate their own. Even when we agree to another's ideas, we will want to add our own words." He lifts his wine, studying the cup.
"The charter is a symbol, as you said. And we are all strangers, in a land of risk and opportunity, and surrounded by trouble and turmoil. The charter can be a strong symbol. And that is why I decided to join this conversation. I have been living here, a highly-honored guest of the former magi of this covenant, and as such I have striven to show my good will and good grace. Even if we stand at odds about philosophical differences."
Plasmatoris comes to a halt, his gaze drifting back to Argentius. He frowns thoughtfully, staring at the other magus for a few breaths, before he adds, "I started rambling again." Then he shrugs, and sits back.
"We're here to discuss the charter, and Magus Zarkut's opinion is we don't need to change a thing. It's a valid opinion, and one with strong moral arguments. The important thing is at the end of the discussion, we all are satisfied with our collective work."