Sen closes her book and stands up. With a an almost intended movement, she throws the book at Walpurgis, only for the book to scatter into blank pages that arc around her and stab into the wall, "There are a few things I will tell you before you will need to leave my room. First things first, I do not like you. I do not like any of the idiotic humans that live here nor any of the artifical lives here. Second, My powers, as you say, are not limited to spells or such trivial things. I control most forms of written knowledge. Look around you, Winterwald, this place is a deathtrap for anything entering it," to further this point, Sen forces a few books lying around to turn into razor sharp paper that fly up and slice into the ceiling, continuing to spin in place, "I do, however, respect the human species and anything sentient enough to be reasonable. Third, we are not a militia, nor an army, nor a band of brigands. We are more than that. Showing anything less than just lowers ourselves to a lesser, ugly form. As my mother once taught me: we must act the way we wish to be seen. Most humans see me as a human, because I do not act like the power hungry, feudal demons I am descended from." Sen lets the paper she is controlling resume their normal limp form and flutter to the ground, "Now, if you please?" Sen smiles at Walpurga and motions to the door.