You might be surprised. I can't remember the last time a holy calling necessarily kept someone from having atrocious manners. But you would think, wouldn't you?

[ Mia clucks her tongue, taking another sip of her ale. It's watered-down, but one had to expect as much from a heavily-trafficked tavern like this one. Had to make the supplies last, didn't they?

Her eyes linger on the staff but for a moment. This is the first time she's dealt with mages quite so closely, used to the idea of them all being in a Circle. But none here have given her any trouble.

That's something, at least. ]