Rowena:Once, a beautiful witch was, again, run out of her homeland by those pompous, self-righteous, murderous hooligans. You know them as the British Men of Letters. She sought refuge with a family of witches. All she wanted was a roof over her head and a safe place to hone her magic.
Saving people, hunting things, the family business? I am down. But… I was raised on Tolkien, man. I mean, where is all this? Where are my White Walkers and my volcano and magic ring to throw in the damn thing? Where - where’s my quest?