"For all intents and purposes," Natalie echoed, pausing as her left hand trailed over the spines on one of the bookshelves. She curled and flexed her fingers, crinkling the bandage on her palm.
He was right. For all intents and purposes, she was Keleios Incantare, also called Nightseer. She was a half-elven Dreamer, an herb-witch, an Enchanter. A dangerous combination, Dreamer and Enchanter; but the wound in her palm was a constant reminder that there were more dangerous things withing reach. She looked up.