Thessaly smiled calmly in return, her eyes glassy and revealing nothing.  She lowered herself gently to the pavement, her cloak returning to its normal state with an audible sucking noise.<br/><br/>"Such a pompous air you hold about you.  I would expect nothing less from an Archmage, though I must say that I am marginally disappointed that you were so quick to lower yourself to my expectations."  Another tiny smile.  Her words contained no open malice, and her tone was disarmingly pleasant for one so literally shrouded in entropy.<br/><br/>"If I were of your mindset, I would say that I was surprised that you have not heard of me.  But that is the most troublesome thing about your order; nobody thinks it wise to take a simple photograph for circulation.  No matter," she added, waving the lack of recognition off with a charming grin.  "Madame Cluracan is my name.  The Flesh Weaver, if you put much stake in titles.  I do not.  And please, do calm yourselves.  I have no intention of devouring anyone tonight."