“Ambitious.” Impressive, to strive so far, though ambitious mages were not always looked on kindly.

She sips the wine again, enjoying the warmth of the spices on her tongue. Clove, she remembered, her uncle would keep for spiced wine, while her mother desperately tried to keep them for numbing sore mouths.

It is strange, abrupt association, but she sets the glass down gently. "I hoped to serve the Chantry and the people through it. I long believed knights had the opportunity of bettering the lands they were to protect, and I wished to play my part in that. Educating more Knight Enchanters, serving the will of the Divine."

A moment of pause; “I was considered unusually driven to make Enchanter when I did. Did you have a particular desire to teach your fellow mages?”