"What sort of writing?" Even though that wasn't entirely what his question had been directed at, now he was curious. "At least you're not a psychotic, evil witch bent on torturing everyone. We had one of those recently. Disney witch, actually. Ever see Sleeping Beauty?"
"Right. That plan. Well, it's all sort of complicated." He said, pulling out a cigarette for himself, offering the pack to her. He had no idea if she smoked or not, but social graces said you offered regardless. "There's classes, a huge list of them is at the complex, so you can learn out to deal with the things here. Learn how they tick, how they're defeated, all that. Also, how's your Latin?"