One of the stranger things about Preya was that one could claim to have a wizard on staff and it could be completely accurate. It could mean someone who did such a good job that it could seem like magic, or it could literally be someone with magic. She didn't mind. Evaan liked to roll with the punches, just as long as the magic didn't involve her. "I will think about it. I left home because I was feeling a little useless and unfulfilled. Not much use for a fighter pilot when peace is declared after all, it would be nice to do something again."
She called the bartender back over then looked to Selene, "I have reached that age where drinking alone can be considered sad. I'm not sure when that happened, but if you keep buying then I'm happy to make sure I don't seem so pathetic tonight."