"Only Mentor and foster mother to practice with," Chaude replied as Crypt took a sip from his waterskin.
Waiting in response, Chaude felt hungry. He still hadn't had any luck finding a job to produce more of this oddity called money. The Knights had little interest in a nocturnal creature, and most fear a Zith. As Crypt walked towards the Oak tree, he pulled one of the Jerky out, ripping through it with little effort.
"Own twin sister claimed to kill me. I betrayed her trust. Thought that...No want to talk about that now. Mentor is Human slave. Unsure where he is from," unsure of his feelings just now, he became quiet momentarily.
"Interested in Reimancy, yes, that I can show. Small show. Don't want to upset guards."
Pulling one of his wings out a little for his arm to be revealed, Chaude concentrates. Searching, Chaude recalls the feeling he had when his Mentor initiated the ritual that invaded his body. Feeling the pulsation coursing through his veins, a liquid started to appear out of the pores on Chaude's open palm. It's dusk orange blob shape lays still.
"Watch," Chaude comments as he motions his hand.
Feeling for the pulsations, he channeled the outer layer exposed to the nighttime air to expand. Forming into the shape of a short blade, Chaude walks over to the oak tree and makes a small slash mark near the base of the tree.
"Reimancy can be hard or soft."
Plainly showing the magically made blade, he channeled it's pulses and disintegrated its hardened form that was exposed to the air. Retreating the mold back into his palm, it became liquid again. As if holding a wine glass, he tilts his hand, letting one portion of the liquid to runoff as any liquid would. A few splatters could be heard, but only faint.
"Know few Reimancy spells, but sword is good."
