Mabula nods and dispells the dagger with a wave.  Key was indeed a strong battler but her words were very frank.  She supposed it was because she wasn't much used to speaking to older people.  With that thought she and Ezrathell lead the way back down the path from the castle and into the woods where her hidey-hole would be waiting on the other side.  Admittedly, she couldn't wait to get back and take a bath.  The whole day had been rather tiresome and she was looking forward to ending it.  For soon, the destrucction of the kingdom of magic would be her mind's primary focus.  She supposed she should enjoy the moments of peace while she could.  Mabula beckoned for Key to follow, though she knew in her own way Key would follow anyway, she supposed it was an old habbit that hadn't died yet.