The girl sniffs. "They're just sporemaggots that are in serious denial to their own inferiority. They think that because the matron mothers no longer have a strangehold on our cities they can do as they please and pretend they are our intellectual, physical, and spiritual equals. They saw a stranger in here and they wanted to try and puff themselves up by pushing you around. Those two are a pair of idiots anyway... barely worthwhile as apprentices. I study both arcane and divine magic and am better at it than they could ever hope to be in a hundred years. Wizardry may be a traditionally male arena for us, but that doesn't a girl like me isn't better at it. And I've never been the religious sort anyway... they know me, so of course they'd go off to lick their wounds... if you hang around here, I'm sure you'll get the respect you warrant soon enough."<br/><br/>She extends her hand in a gesture of greeting, snapping out of her rant and remembering she was actually talking to someone. "In any case... I noticed you were using the library. I almost thought you looked familiar, like I'd seen you before. Are you from around here?"