"I understand he tried to kill me," Leonie said. "But a lot of things don't like Magicians, it seems to come with the diploma. Though I don't have mine yet."
Predictably, she melted into googly-eyed delight at Longboat's appreciation and sat down on the other side of him from Rikerg. "I'm up for listening to a maudlin soliloquy. Which elf --" She blushed a little. "This is a stupid question. But, um. Were you in the books?" She couldn't remember an elf in the Silmarillion or anywhere else named anything that would translate as "Longboat."
Of course, they couldn't POSSIBLY get in a little personal time and conversation, she thought a second later as a large robot, like a cross between a stretcher and a cockroach, scuttled out onto the porch. "Okay, what is that thing?"