Differences in The Wandering Inn Interlude – Wistram Days (Pt. 6)
    
    
      
  
    - On a controversial report published by one of the foremost [Emissaries], 
- Trixal Therest in the year 2 A.F., 
- Trixal Therest in the year 2 EL.R, 
- he listed Wistram as one of the most powerful factions in the world. 
    - [Diplomats], 
- and other notable cosmopolitans soon voiced their outrage over Trixan’s report, 
- and other notable cosmopolitans soon voiced their outrage over Trixal’s report, 
- which was claimed to be inaccurate and grossly misleading not to mention biased. 
    - Yet few armies had ever taken Wistram by force, 
- and none had ever breached the gates since the Golems of Archmage Zelkyr’s had been created to protect the isle.
- and none had ever breached the gates since the Golems of Archmage Zelkyr had been created to protect the isle.
    - Now Mons smiled at Ceria, 
- the depths of her pale saffron-topaz pupils glinting in the morning light. 
- the depths of her pale saffron-topaz irises glinting in the morning light. 
- She looked rather strange to Ceria, 
- with her red hair and bright eyes. 
- Half-Elves didn’t have red hair. 
- Half-Elves didn’t have naturally red hair. 
- Staring at her now, 
    - and the tale of Az’kerash, 
- the horror that had brought death to two continents for hundreds of years before being slain, 
- the horror that had brought death to two continents for over a century before being slain, 
- still lurked in everyone’s memory.
    - Jurix, 
- and Ilphres, 
- and Illphres, 
- while Qum was undeclared and Ophelia was a Centrist. 
    - That was Illphres’ way of introducing Ceria to the group. 
- Jurix laughed as the others greeting Ceria. 
- Jurix laughed as the others greeted Ceria. 
- He put his head on the table to reach over and shake Ceria’s hand—she remembered to stare at his head while she shook, 
    - not being wholly proficient at it. 
- It  streaked across the room at Illphres. 
- It streaked across the room at Illphres. 
- The woman turned, 
- raised her hands.
- raising her hands.
    - Why can’t you just be a normal mage? 
- Everyone would accept you then? 
- Everyone would accept you then! 
- Why don’t you get a normal master and stop—”
    - Ceria’s mind raced. 
- The word came out before she could think about it.
- The words came out before she could think about it.
    - but then shook his head, 
- closing her eyes.
- closing his eyes.