I don't have Lute, but I want her. After this drabble I'll stick to writing Heroes I do have.

"I heard you're attempting to make a hex that kills one hundred people simultaneously," Lute announced loudly, making her presence known. "Well, I stopped by to tell you that's impossible."

The man in front of her was thin and pale. The mantle he wore helped disguise it, somewhat, but even with his back turned to her, studying a tome from the castle library, she could tell his shoulders weren't particularly wide. According to the other castle mages, he called himself Henry and the majority seemed to think he was best left to his own designs.

He didn't deign to look at her as he responded, "Anything is possible."

His voice was unexpectedly high-pitched, but that alone wasn't enough to surprise Lute. If every little thing surprised her, after all, what right would she have to call herself a genius?

"Anything except this. If it were possible, I would have already already devised such a thing – no, my hex could kill a thousand... no, a hundred thousand enemy troops all at once." Henry shot her a closed-eyed look, and she politely explained, "I am superior, after all."

Some people found her oddities insufferable. Henry just asked, "How many crow feathers do you think I'll need in order to fly?"