Nor does she attend conventions any more: she's seen enough kids dressed up like vampires and bunnies and , and especially like the nastier villains of Alphinland. She really can't bear one more inept impersonation of Milzreth of the Red Hand – yet another apple-cheeked innocent in quest of his inner wickedness.
The character has grown weary of attending conventions, feeling disillusioned by the repetitive costumes she encounters. She specifically mentions how she is no longer impressed by the sight of children dressed as various fantasy figures, particularly vampires, bunnies, and villains from Alphinland. This fatigue stems from her desire for authenticity, which she finds lacking in the portrayals around her.
Her frustration peaks when she highlights the numerous amateur attempts at embodying Milzreth of the Red Hand. The challenge of convincing others to capture the essence of true wickedness is overshadowed by the innocence of those attempting to impersonate the character. As a result, the once-exciting conventions have lost their charm for her, leaving her to reflect on the disconnect between imagination and reality.