Emberwood you just don't have any--what's the word--talent.

The girl didn't say much, didn't snap or retort or defend her views or question her ignorance or whatever, but muttered something about leaving and left. Saarth watched her go, hackles almost bristling but slumped down, exhausted when the girl was deemed far enough away. Saarthal's good feelings toward the stranger had vanished entirely, replaced by a sort of glum depression. Ah - well, whatever, this was the way of things after all and it was mostly her fault for having forgotten that. With a shake of her head, Saarthal turned and went the opposite way, eager to get as far away from the stranger as humanly possible.