*sees you glance at sword while saying "heretics"* *connects the dots* *picture forms: you stabbing me* Eh, it's a free country. We can do as we wish, believe in what we choose... practice the arts of our choice... *draws tome* *starts making little orbs of light, floating in the air like fireflies* Some things are just too good to let go of, you catching what I'm throwing here? My arts have been with me through it all, couldn't give it up. Ever. *the orbs burst, casting glimmers across the tree, into many little orbs, dotting the tree like Christmas lights*