You think I want to be here, stuck in this giant vegetable? Never. My mother volunteered me for this position, and I had no choice. I have a young soldier back home who waits for me. But can I be with him before he sails? No. I have to administer to the Fae.
“Let me guess, you're here to buy a title? No? A bribe, is that what you want? Listen to me. I am no one's plaything. I... I apologize. Forgive me. Sometimes the work in this place is too much. I thought Ysa would be different, but it's just another nest of snakes.”
“I don't believe the Fae see the Ljosalfar and the Dokkalfar as separate groups. They tend to view the world in strict generalities, along bloodlines and origins. Sometimes working alongside the Dokkalfar is difficult, but we have an arrangement: they adhere to their goals and methods, and we adhere to ours.”
“The war is the only reason I'm not still resisting my appointment. Something must be done, you know it as well as I do. The Fae must help. Who knows our enemy better?”
