"Here tis something feared, fought, resisted by many. They cling so tightly to what they knew simply because it is what they knew. The mages that clamour to return to the Circle who do not look to the elves and what became of them, who do not think that the very same thing will not become of them when there are a great many things that might be done to them." Tranquility, death for so many reasons, learning to fear their magic leaving them without any strength should the demons come. "The notion that elves might deserve to be treated as equals boggles the mind, anything more and heads might well explode."

She exaggerates but should that be the case, it might not be such a bad thing. Maybe they could get something done without those voices howling so loud and so long against everything.

"A means to an end, the scornful sorceress is another name or 'that dreaded maleficar'. Or Celene's pet apostate. Whatever they prefer depending on the fashions." Smiling, because the names amuse her far more than those that gave them to her, she does wonder what such a person as a medicine seller might be nicknamed in time. Everyone collects them after all.

"Many are nothing short of wonders though little remains; what the ancients were capable of...able to bend space and time to suit their whim, if you can imagine such a thing."