Amethyst

"So where would I find a wizard?" Absently, you twirl a stand of your sleek ebony hair around your finger, looking at your bare toes.
"Probably in the nearest town. There'll be any number of them, half of them frauds and charlatans, the other nearly half lunatics-- but if you're lucky, we should be able to find at least one good wizard. They don't generally stay in one place for long, but then, neither do I." Hyri picks up a few handfuls of sandy soft earth and scatters it over the low-burning fire. The embers rapidly fade, until they're barely glowing, and the fire will soon be extinguished.
You nod thoughtfully, another question bubbling up in you already.