Of course there's a war. There's always a war. At least that means there will be work for someone of her talents. (Even if that work isn't in infiltration.)

In her experience, wars mean magic gone wrong. When there's conflict and mismatched spells that hit each other, it all too often spits out all manner of monstrosities and undead. Usually, it pays well. Often, it's actually even interesting work.

"Oh, you sweet thing." She clicks her tongue and gently lays a hand on his shoulder in sympathy. "Who's right and who's wrong? Really? A war is a war. The literal high ground is always more important than the usually absent moral high ground."