"Those things, few as they were, scattered when the war ended. With no leadership, the many groups let their squabbles that had built up over the long campaign tear them apart. You can likely still see the bones in the fields outside their capitol. I would be surprised if one in ten still lives, and what match are they for you, champion of a foreign deity? You wield magics long forgotten in the Age of Dreams, as easily and naturally as breathing."<br/><br/>"I believe I will pass, for now," she says, calmly. "And, as I said, scattered to the four winds or, most likely, dead. Those that weren't crushed when either they tore themselves apart, or when the human forces rallied and cut down the survivors, fled months ago. My girls and I were amongst the last with any sort of serious foothold, here, and even that was tenuous at best."