Her eyebrow raises even higher. "Never a dull moment in the Breach, is there? A lot of what you speak of I am not aware of the fine details, as I have never spent more than a few hours in Parson's Breach. I only had a brief glance at what kind of outpost the Breach really is, the day that we arrived back - and it was dark at the time. And save for our trip to the Five Kingdoms last year, no more than a few hours at a time with the Breachers themselves, either."
"This Fredrick you speak of, he is related to the Rahlstone Liche, is he not? And this Kara Vale, was she not the creator of the ghoul plague?" she puts her face into her paws. "I do not know of half the things that haunt our lands, remaining here in the city. Ugh... I cannot even imagine the pretense; I hope no one permanently died in that attack. Did you hear of anyone? Garridan? Morrigan? They are alright?" She lets the question fall.
"It is in our code of conduct that Earth Weavers shall not use items created from Celestial magic, and just as well." The fur on the back of her neck stands on end as she finds her next words. She looks up at Bota, her red eyes cold. Absently, her foot rubs along her staff on the floor, and she lifts it up into her grip. "As for their attitude, it will not change. Do not ever count on it."
Standing from the table, she leaves her research where it is, only pocketing her notebook. "If you will excuse me, Bota, I have suddenly lost the mood for study." Nodding to the dryad brusquely, she turns and walks from the library, towards her quarters. She had a letter to write.