Silvanu: What do they call me – well? Blue Wizard: The enchantress in the Old Forest? Silvanu: More like the witch of the woods! And what is an enchantress? A mere enchantress? Stuck here in this miserable dreary cave in a misbegotten lonely backwater, playing with words and spells … If it wasn’t for Varashil here I’d have no company at all. Blue Wizard: I gather the Red Wizard visits you upon occasions. Silvanu: So? Fat lot of use he is to me; I’m not young enough for him. I need love in my life, a real – Oh, what’s the point? All I get are the boring wandering heroes, adventurers, silly creatures wanting some special potions, or magical words. I could be a great Sorceress. I could have the world at my command. But I upset his Excellency the ArchWizard, didn’t I? Told him what I thought of him. So I’m stuck here. Blue Wizard: You could try apologising. Silvanu: To that pompous, patronising, smug, self-satisfied – no. I will have that Time Key and then claim my rightful position in this world! Blue Wizard: First you have to find it. And then, Silvanu dear, you have to know just how to use it, or it might well have some undesired effects; be careful what you wish for, Silvanu; your wishes might come true … Silvanu: As if you care what happens to me! You and the rest of your clever clique! Blue Wizard: The Key will be found, have no doubt about that; but it will be destroyed by the High Council before anyone, especially you, my dear Silvanu, can put it to any selfish use. Silvanu: I think you might be wise to leave before Varashil here gets hungry.