[ Damn, the thing was cute. But she keeps her hands to herself, at least for now. Still sipping on the tea, still writing out when it is needed. She was going to end up with cramped hands by the end of the day at this rate.

Which - if that was Templars used them for - it was no small feat. A needed one too if what she saw of this place was anything to go by. But that still seemed... The opium wars, are what she thinks of. The demand and control of substances - though they certainly had quite a different purpose. Though once more she swallows back on it. ]

Thank you. You have explained a great deal to me. [ A deeper breath, watching the little creature play about in his hands with a soft look for it. ] If I may - there is one good thing to being an outsider, here. I have no stake nor weight to any of these politics. My concern, my only concern as far as my position is concerned, is that those that need the most immediate help, receive it. Mage, poor man, shard-bearer or otherwise.