"You're not a wizard are you?" asks a statuesque young woman asks the elf, fiddling with something you can't quite see at the waist of her floofy pink dress. "Because I hate wizards."
"And nobody's invited me anywhere that wasn't horrible since Great-Auntie Reynolds died and left me my title, so you better not be a wizard and make this place horrible." She glares around at everyone, as if to see arcane energies better. "I figured out how to make wizards die better recently though, so it doesn't really matter."
