"You, hmm?" She looks Vivienne up and down again, muttering something about how that would explain the hat under her breath. "I was hoping for a more- a more not-just-one-person sort of Circle. You know- with templars and- and they're called harrowings, right? And-" -the word 'phylacteries' escapes her- "-them blood things they make."

And she shrugs, smiling. "Look- can't hurt to tell you, if you're a mage. I'm an- apostate is the word, I think." The admission comes as easily as anything else she's said, as if it means very little to her. "I'd really rather not be - I don't much care for getting killed or possessed or, you know, those sorts of things that happen to apostates. Point me in the right direction and you can have the books. I can even show you where they were burning the mages' things, if you think any of them'd have survived it."