"You must have many tales to tell, then." With age came wisdom and plenty of stories. Plenty of tragedies too, but Malekith seemed a quiet man from what she had ascertained so far during their meeting. He did not have to divulge anything he did not wish to, and she would not pry. Young she might have been in comparison - but she knew speaking of ones history was sometimes more painful than it should be.

Speaking of. His question was met with a frown - the first she had offered since she came to speak with him. Her leylines dimmed faintly, fingers toying with the device in her hands until she managed to turn it off and set it down. Her notebook pulled closer to find a blank page to write in; a momentary distraction as she considered her response.

"Which one?" She scoffed lightly, "in the centuries since I left my home I have seen many - pointless and unnecessary as they are each and every time. The most recent though was between the humans and, well. Themselves." She wrote a few more lines of notes in that looping, elegant script of hers and waved her free hand as she spoke. "Squabbles over power whilst the king was dethroned and no heir in sight. I had helped them initially during their fight with outside forces called Orcs - are you familiar?"