Nell's watching Vandelin closely, for all that she seems interested primarily in snagging a cup and pouring herself the last of whatever wine's left in that bottle. It's only a few inches in the glass, and she manages to look disappointed at that discovery and drink what there is without her observation of the elf ever really faltering. There's something knowing in her eyes and around her mouth when he asks a question rather than answering any of hers, the faint tinge of smug satisfaction, as if his efforts to dodge have told her all she wanted to know. She lets that expression linger as Anders speaks, her attention only flickering to him momentarily. She's heard about his school already.

"They need to be taught control first, above all," she tells Vandelin directly, briskly, "Then to defend themselves. After that, whatever they like. Practical trades primarily, I imagine, things the Circles didn't bother with. A university for the esoteric research stuff. Battle magic for those inclined to combat. Is this really all you two want to work on?" She directs that to both, looking between them. "Education? Because even Loyalists can agree we should be teaching mage children the basics so they don't set people on fire by accident, and few of them will object if we want to teach construction or farming, too. There are much more pressing concerns."