Weil Group of A Local Field
For local of characteristic p > 0, the Weil group is the subgroup of the absolute Galois group of elements that act as a power of the Frobenius automorphism on the constant field (the union of all finite subfields).
For p-adic fields the Weil group is a dense subgroup of the absolute Galois group, consisting of all elements whose image in the Galois group of the residue field is an integral power of the Frobenius automorphism.
More specifically, in these cases, the Weil group does not have the subspace topology, but rather a finer topology. This topology is defined by giving the inertia subgroup its subspace topology and imposing that it be an open subgroup of the Weil group. (The resulting topology is "locally profinite" one.)
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