"Thank you, my Goddess," Kalalin exclaimed with half a kneel on the ground, kissing the fingers of the Goddess of Magic, "I will forever honor Your name..."
"Such formalities are unnecessary, assisting gifted spellcasters is my responsibility," Mistrala said elegantly, bending down gently but firmly to help the Scholar stand, "I am aware of every spell ever cast, and your talent for creating new spells is impressive—I quite like that little trick called 'Smile of the Wind.' I hope this gift will make your 'creations' a little easier."
"Silverfire," Cranvo spoke from his throne, "aren't you worried he will be recognized by Shrek?"
