Bella cackled and laughed even harder as she leaned back into her chair, giving her the demeanor of a woman in her 80s moreso than in her 40s.<br/><br/>"The old mage's been dead for centuries, my dear." She explained with a smile as her laughter abated, and Dymiira could detect no falsehood in her words, "It's merely a troublesome hike up to his workshop in the mountains beside the citadel. Not quite in the wild lands, but close enough so that he could keep a watchful eye, eh?"<br/><br/>"It's too much a trek for an old woman as myself, you see..." She elaborated with a wide, toothy grin.