Rennald and Narora
"... but why now? The girl's presence here has been common knowledge for YEARS. She's not in any kind of danger. Girian, as big a fool as he is, has done a good job so far." Rennald seemed exasperated, sweat glistening on his forehead despite the cold.
"That doesn't matter. Her powers... Soon enough she'll know how to use them."
"Why does that matter?"
The hooded figure sighed. "Eon believes her to be not only of magical blood."
Rennald's eyes widened. "No. She can't be. The Oracle tells us the time of the next Aurfairene isn't for another thousand years."