Samata always felt like there was always a bit of tension between her and Faust, but wasn't QUITE sure why. Probably because he was a sorcerer. Certainly it wasn't her fault.

Magic. Magic was a safe subject. She could talk about wizardry all day. "Oh yes! I'm CLOSE to finishing a new attack spell I call 'fireball'. Right now it's a bit, er...explode-y," There was a tarp covering a hole in the roof of the old warehouse she used for her practice space, "But I'm sure I can iron out that out easily enough."