I have had my suspicions for three seasons now, for the other mystics have been very secretive around me. They would not even allow me to read the mists with them. But I am an acolyte, and I assumed their reticence was a feature of my training.
"Then Nathos arrived in the city, and I overheard him conspiring against you with the other mystics. When the wanderers began appearing, I was sure that my order had a hand in summoning them. A sacrilege indeed, that they would taint the souls of the dead with magic…"
She grows silent again, her eyes burning with helpless rage.