He nods sharply to answer Fenris' question. "I come from that world. And my kind are well known across the World Above, for better and for worse - I am not surprised they described such elves to you. We are called drow, if you wish to put a name to the description."

If Fenris questioned him about how he'd known about the man's distaste for magic, he would simply say that it seemed obvious when Fenris spoke of it, which...isn't exactly false - Kimmuriel pays attention to body language enough to understand such things. But that mistrust is obviously clear in his thoughts, taking a suspicion to a confirmation. Verifiable information, simple and straightforward, which he likes.

"I understand well what a foolish wizard can do to themselves or others," Kimmuriel says, dryly. Magic is a part of life for him, certainly, but to deny its destructive capability was sheer delusion. He's seen far too much magic to do that.
"There seems to be a never-ending well of liches and necromancers in Faerun, and I have seen and heard more of them than I personally care for within my lifetime. Not to mention the sheer amount of accidents caused by this or that careless spell."