"I've become a mage and built myself a better life, not thanks to you, but in spite of you." Quylla turned around, returning the spiteful glances she received in kind. "I've come here because I wanted to show my husband and father my birthplace and cut all ties with Cerea.
"You people disgust me and won't receive any help from me, now and in the future. Yet I promise you this. I'll come back once my children are born and have grown old enough to understand what this place means to me.
"That will be the last time I come to Cerea. The day when I use you as a cautionary tale to teach my children what kind of adults they must strive not to become. To show them the scum of Mogar and teach them how to recognize people like you."
She clung to Morok's arm the entire time she spoke, her fingers clenching to his armor and flesh with so much strength that he felt it through the various protective enchantments.
