"Some children are just quiet," she countered. It wasn't to be contrary. "They usually end up in the mages tower, noses in books and all," Seloria said as she looked toward the center of the city. It loomed there, cragged, broken, and in repair. She didn't say it in a derogatory manner. It was good to have mages even if people were afraid of them. She found that ridiculous. People should be afraid of those who paraded themselves as bards. A knife slipped between ribs while a hand was shaking was much more of a threat then being slapped by a spell. It took finesse.
"Unfortunately," she continued along the line of the latter part of their conversation. "We all do grow up and figure things out." She looked back at the woman. "But if you'd like to hold out a little longer, I find it always helps to do the same trick with a different technique." Her smile was gentle. "What brings you here? I don't believe we've met."
A moment later, she extended a hand. "Seloria." No title nor lass name offered. It had taken some getting used to, but she was in the tenements district. The way peoples eyes changed the moment you named yourself was something she hadn't missed. In the last year, it had taken her a long time to earn what little trust she'd gained.