The Kaldorei came down the stairs from her bedroom in a plain robe and her normal belt, fit with her favorite knives. She stood before the hearth and reached for the simple candles on the stone mantlepiece. Taking two in her hand, she held one up and looked over it. It was halfway burned, but the other one was all but a stub of wax. She didn't exactly have a choice. Naiama paused. "No choice?" she asked herself aloud. She stared at the two candles. "I have a choice, and I choose the better," she assured herself and replaced the bum candle on the mantle.