"Well, I think it does, probably more than people know. After all, we are you and I, but who knows who else, what else, correct? After all, we don't particularly advertise our...talents," he pointed out. "Seems logical to assume that others aren't, as well." Between the rumors and the odd happenings, he had to wonder just how much was going on beneath the veneer of the small, sleepy town, for the rumors to even rise to the surface in the first place.
Theodore didn't answer the question immediately, but instead got up and poured himself a glass of wine. "Ah, it wasn't easy," he admitted. "I was still in school, but he drafted me to the..."cause" nonetheless. They...we, I suppose, had control of Lindmarch. Classes devoted to dark magic, rooting out dissident elements among my fellow students. And I was expected to participate." They had been dark days, and not Theodore's best. "I didn't actively fight back, not until the end. I was just trying to keep my head down and hope it would all pass. Not my brightest hour, admittedly," he said with a chagrined sort of smile.