"By all means," Adalias says, gesturing for him to take a seat. She sets the second flute on the table as well, then brushes both away. They strike the ground with the sound of solid objects, despite looking for all the world as if they were made of liquid.

Taking a sip of her saltwater drink, Adalias smirks ever so slightly. "I'm not so magically inclined as many seem to believe, incidentally."