"What?" says the illusionist, pausing in the middle of the dancing lights he was about to grade everyone on their reaction times against sudden mirrored blinding with.

"The mirrors! This guy just wears those?? All the time???"

"............the Mirrorgrave? Yes, that's his whole deal, they make him unkillable, did you miss that lecture series?"

"Miiight've been the week I was in medical with half my arm off. Sorry sorry, carry on, I shouldn't interrupt, I'll just..." gesture at the facial sketch artist who runs those classes. Scurry scurry. "Hey so quick question--"

SHE CAN WHAT

(some time later)

ONE OF THE CRUSADE WIZARDS CAN W H A T

(some additional drama occurs which is outside the scope of this thread) 

"...archmage! Ma'am!" Avaryne scrambles into attention from her relaxed and slightly undignified position of half-sitting half-leaning on Marshall's shoulder (unlike a rock, tree, fallen log, poorly maintained wooden camp chair, the literal ground, etcetera, enchanted steel is a surface that will basically never inflict dirt upon her clothes). 

(He's up a half-second behind her off the log he was sitting on, automatically combing a hand through his hair to be sure it's something resembling presentable.) 

Some of the higher-level Crusade wizards wince at you when you act like they're terrifying even though it is objectively true that they are terrifying. Rowan smiles briefly like she's just been complimented on her outfit (which is very impressive; she glitters with multicolored spellsilver embroidery, which rumor has it she makes herself), and then sobers. "I have orders for you. You're not going to like them." 

..... is this going to be like the prophecy tree again. That was such a weird week. They had to fight a bunch of creepy flaming not-dryads and, like, it sure helps to have an ice witch for that sort of thing but why is that even a thing. Ghouls and vampires and so on are terrible but they have a basically straightforward cause (urgathoa, may she someday fuck off) and a straightforward solution (stab).

Marshall is not being directly addressed and so he will stand attentively and not say Any things. 

"....yes ma'am I will do my best anyway?" 

Sigh. "How much do you know about Abadarans?" 

What. "... not... a lot? They run the bank and have the truth spell," which she is searingly envious of, imagine getting such an elegant divination down to first circle, but the damn thing is divine so there's no way to get them to share it, "and... uh... care a lot about boats?"

(look, she reads, but kn.religion isn't a class skill for witches.)

Cute. "The boats are instrumental, they care about trade. But anyway. We talked to the Archbanker about your mirror scrying spell and he made a remarkably persuasive argument that you should sell it to long-haul merchant ships instead of using it for military operations. At least one person proposed we ought to order you to do that and give us the money but in fact your contract does not permit that. Then several people said we obviously shouldn't tell you that and the commander of the knights of Ozem gave everyone a twenty-minute lecture." 

The crown paladin lurking just behind her shoulder, remarkably unobtrusively for a man in heavy plate holding a halberd, totally fails to restrain a starry-eyed facial expression. Commander Iomedae is just So cool. He wants to be that cool when he grows up.  

(note: it is the year 3802 AR or thereabouts and Commander Iomedae is, in fact, currently lower level than he is. This is somewhat hard to detect from the inside, though, when you're a multiclass fighter who needs a Splendor headband to cast his one (1) spell.) 

(Mood, bro. Marshall too would need a headband if he ever got paladin levels. Which he won't ever, probably, unless it's a really dire emergency. Aroden's your best option by a landslide if you gotta but he's still, you know, a god. He dislikes that. Valid for other people though.) 

"...okay," says Avaryne slowly, "and so instead your orders for me regarding this are...?" 

"Well," embarrassed hair-ruffle, "ah, in the process of arguing about this I fell into the tangential research pit," for like an entire week subjective actually, but let's not talk about that, "and you unrelatedly shouldn't be casting it for military operations because it's theoretically possible to reach back through the mirror and, this is a non-exhaustive example, horrifically explode you into a bunch of tiny shards of enchanted glass and kill everyone within fifty feet, and if I can figure that out then Tar-Baphon can, he certainly has more specific mirror-related expertise than I do." What with the, you know, terrifyingly powerful mirror-themed guy who is right there. 

"Oh. Um. Well that is of course very bad but I could just not stand near people?" 

What! No?? :( 
(Marshall is now Frowning Balefully, but continuing to be a good professional soldier and not say anything.) 

"...the tail risks are very bad and we do not want you to do that," Rowan settles on, after considering and discarding several more detailed justifications regarding incomprehensible things Arazni said about prophetic noise.