[ Her control, the finesse and ease with which she uses magic is admirable. The Outsider watches, eventually settling down at the small table that takes up the space. His eyes don't move off her. ]

Old, full of stories. Almost musical when they spoke. And yet, for all their age, they were remarkably similar to humans. Proud, confused, defiant...

[ They were certainly not gods. ]

Yes. The Abbey perhaps once had good intentions. Now it uses outcries of magic as a tool to eliminate the competition, to solve personal grudges.

[ When she turns back around, his elbows are on the table, long fingers resting together. ]

Yes. Humans and those who were once human, at least.