[h2]Merilia[/h2]

It seemed that there was some deficit in the visual acuity of at least two of these knights; she wasn't making even the slightest effort to do something that could be considered [i]hiding[/i]. Maybe they just didn't think to look down an inch? Though with the relative prevalence of dwarves throughout Thaln, that could only be considered a social flaw in and of itself. Fortunately, the new arrival gave her a way into this conversation and a chance to insure that the grizzled one hadn't defiled one of [i]her[/i] books.

It was a shame that chasing the naive one that fell for the curse would have to wait a minute.

The magic user's projection stepped forwards between the tomes, edging closer to the motley assembly, and coughed to draw their attention. Then, in a quiet voice, Merilia started explaining: "Explosion? Non, 'armless. Spacial magic is, shall we say... complicated? A slight miscalculation in ze subject's mass leads to instability zat resolves on arrival. If dangerous enough to 'arm a person, she would 'ave been... ah, 'ow you say? Torn apart."

All but the most unworldly knight would be able to place the strong accent as from Ithillin but even they should be able to identify the short mage looking at them with a dull expression. It was hard not to recognise one of the Iron Roses' more well-known knights when her portrait hung downstairs, even in foreign clothes.

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