It surprises her, that there are so many wizards here.

Or perhaps, sorcerers.  The - she reaches for a word, finds it in distant memories of trying to learn enough anatomy and medicine to be able to heal people properly before admitting that she might never succeed - the etiology is different.  The sorcerer's power comes from something intrinsic to them; the wizard pulls in external power to unleash.

Still, regardless of the source of these people's powers, it surprises her.  But she's surprised, in turn, that she is surprised.  The clear evidence of a non-magical underclass should have made her think.

She is, at least, thinking now, as best she can.  And even as she brushes ink over the pages of her notebook, sketching every soul she sees - she wonders why.

What causes this twin soul to form, in the first place?  From whence did it originate?  How is it determined?  Why does it work the ways it does, and fail in the ways it doesn't?

She's not sure she'll ever know, but she intends to do her best to find out.

In between her sketching of people both magical and non-, when her brain is taxed enough with one thing, she turns to another: the enchanting of items in the local style, and the reservoirs of magic they use.

If they would allow her to reserve magic now, and unleash it later, in, for example, an antimagic field...she would need to learn their secrets.

But first she must understand what it is she even looks upon - and thusly that she finds her way to somewhere that might allow her to buy such a device.