"Just what are you doing?" Cevahir Diede asks, glaring at what he views as a nuisance exploring his personal space.

Requested by his brother, the king, Cevahir had taken in someone of local legend among villagers. Tales of a mysterious person aiding those that had lost themselves in the never ending, unchartable forest behind the kingdom had reached the king. And he'd decided to make it the High Mage's problem.

He doesn't believe that this forest dweller can control or harness magic, simply finding their appearance odd. They're too wild, too untamed, and magic is certainly not something to be messed with.