Marianna chuckled, “You finally look like the ridiculous excuse for a sorceress that you are, or should I say, ‘were,’ since I took your powers? You can finally drop that ‘Countess’ poppycock, now, dear Fiona, we all know what you are, a piglet from the swamp left on our doorstep to feed and educate. From what I’m seeing, it seems we did too good a job of the former, and not well enough at the latter.”