"I can well imagine that it would be," she observes. Moiraine reaches for her glass and tilts it in a small circle, studying the play of wine against the sides of the glass. The fact that it adequately conceals any possible small tremor in her fingers as she continues speaking is a convenient benefit.

"And I might be remiss if I failed to note that there are those who might be called both human and monster. Or elven monsters, come to that."