Ariadne dressed in the typical style of a Human of the realm. What set her apart from Humans more was the way she walked. She had a habit, especially when she was ill-at-ease, of holding her arms still, slightly raised to either side. It gave her the appearance of a bird, ready to take flight any second.

As for mags of the Nevarran Circle...Ariadne didn't know much about magic, beyond her own. But she more or less understood. "Necromantic arts," she repeated. "That has to do with the dead."

Not a question.

To his name, she bowed her head politely. It meant nothing to her, but it didn't seem all that unusual. A typical Human name. From a family she simply didn't know. And there was no shortage of them.