"You’re right," I shrugged. "You have only heard the stories recorded and stored in the library that lies beneath our feet. How I fought against Marie-Ange Delacour, the Matriarch in the eleventh century." Stepping out of my chair, my feet made me wander around the table. Causing each Veela to strain their head occasionally as I went around them. "How I started to look into the means of helping your people with your greatest pain. Where I have gone on many adventures with not only the Knights and Merlin, but with many of the alliance leaders, searching for answers to their problems." My eyes glanced over to Alphonsine who wore a concerned, but hopeful look. "The LeBlanc clan has done more to further the cause to ease the pain many Veela feel than any other clan. It was the primary reason why they moved to the isles, to be closer and help find the answer you all sought. 