Somebody definitely is, but it's all elves and servants and servant elves, and they already know exactly who they're dealing with anyway.

"And that's how," Benedict sighs theatrically, pouring the grounds into the percolator (or whatever, I'm not looking it up), "we got here." Because apparently some bitches think they can walk into the Fade and become gods.

"Makes you wonder if it'll ever really change," he muses, now pouring the water, "I mean... locking away mages is one way to keep them out of power, I suppose."