The gnome took quick note of the orc's sparkly teeth and tusks. That seemed a bit of a curiousity in other places, but it seemed a bit more reasonable in Dalaran, a neutral city where polished hygiene wasn't just a luxury.<br/><br/>"Yup! But not just a mage, a trans-magic-ian! Short for 'transformative magic practitioner'!" She nodded as she rattled off quickly, clearly very eager and pleased with the title. "And that's - well, no no no, not change -stuff- well, yes, change stuff, but right now, mostly, change -me-!" She beamed, sticking her chest out proudly in her little dress. "I'm a mage who can transform! And not just simple illusion stuff - I mean really change! Turn into poof, a cat! A dog! Another race!"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>