The apprentice has learned the first lesson - safety, which was good. But the important second lesson was that once you are good enough, image was everything. The masses ought to tremble and feel awe at the sight of their overlord. You didn't become a proper magister until you were iconic. There was a reason he wore a mask and a white robe that shimmered like a rainbow when the light hit it just right.
Well, she had decades of apprenticeship to learn. Unless she dies first.

"Hold off on the seismic bombs for the time being. I'll consult with Geron and Hagar, but it seems subterfuge and diplomacy will be our first approach. We'll keep the seismic bombs as a plan B. What has the Warmaster's intelligence reported on the Seven Scribes?"