Stacey
"Are you born in the Capitol Realm? Or do you hail from elsewhere?" Noctis asked, sitting back against the large rock that he'd carried over to the fire to lean against. "I could have use of magic knowledge, I practice some of the arcane arts myself. Only dabble a bit really in the elements." He said almost sheepishly, weaving the persona that he wanted Fayrus to see. Noctis never enjoyed lying but he could do it as easily as he could tell the truth. The trick to lying was to tell the truth almost always, he *Did* Only dabble in the elements, he just didn't mention that he would be among the elite when it came to the mastery of his own fields. 

Still the other truth was that his elemancy was severely lacking, and he felt as if he could always expand his repitore of magic abilities and spells. Potions, trinkets- anything could be of use when the right thought was applied to it. This was good, already the visage of Emi, then Esme's, faces were fading from his mind. It was as if water had been filling his lungs and was now rapidly expelling itself from him, as if part of him were still trapped in the haze. He hadn't warned the others to gon in there, he hoped that would not prove a grave oversight. 

"Well, all things aside, its an honor to meet you Fayrus Jalewil. You may call me Noct." He said with a smile, pulling out a wooden pipe from his pack and packing the bowl with tobacco, lighting it with a wave of his finger. "Do you have a pipe?"
Emma
"My mother had me in the lands of Yronis but I now live in Capitol. Moving to a bigger and more traveled city was quite favourable for my profession. Helps me have the best of the best of quality."

Fayrus was telling a half truth, while that wasn't the reason why he had to move in the first place, Capitol indeed was a place where fine pieces were easy to get by.

"*Elements* You say, my lord? Why I have plenty of material in that regard, for every level of mastery dare I say."

By interacting almost weekly with other scholars, Fayrus had learnt that elemental magic was one of the commonest developed types of magic, hence why it was fairly easy to get material about it. The wizard did not know whether those words were actually true or not, but it would've been a fairly safe guess.
The merchant then observed the swordsman light the pipe by just using a bit of magic and his finger.

"Oh no lord Noct, I don't use those. I'm afraid that smoking would set a bad example for my sisters. You see, I don't want them to start just because I do so."

He smiled the truest smile a man could ever do. Whenever his thoughts reached the little sisters he had, he couldn't help it. He only could be honest with his words and his feelings. But another was the subject of his curiosity, he shouldn't let even the thought of his gentle siblings let it fade away.

"On another note, lord Noct, please let me have a good look at the shape of your magic, so that I might suggest the most fitting of items. I can't allow a noble man to waste time on things that don't match his needs! But no need to worry, thee need to do nought.. Raefel."

The last word was pronounced almost as a whisper, but loud enough for Noctis to hear it. A purple, small purple lizard then began appearing on the merchant's right shoulder. Its eyes were big and yellow, almost the same colour as gold and the right eye of Fayrus also began to transform into one like that.
The young man was really curious to see the true colors of his magic. This new eye allowed him to do so. It would make any track of magic spark in purple flame in his vision. A spark as bright as the magic infused into the item, left behind by a spell or possessed by a creature, a flame that would start to become blue the more magic there was.
Stacey
Noctis nodded his head at the turned down offer, and blew a smoke ring out from his lips. After another puff, he infused some wind magic into the smoke and blew it out again, sending a sailing ship through the ring of the smoke. It was a parlor trick, but he'd delighted in learning it. It was the only reason he'd bothered to learn wind magic, and after he'd gotten the hang of it- he'd learned to float and gather wind currents to manipulate them in close proximity. He gazed inquisitively at the small lizard, a smile playing across his beautiful face and showing the faintest glimmer of pearl like teeth. 

 "Interesting..." He murmured, and unable to hold back his interest in this Fayrus' abilities as the eye changed- let his magic flow from himself. 

Noctis was a creature that had existed for three thousand years, though he'd spent most of it asleep, he was still above all things a Demigod. Trained by the Sword Saint Regalia upon the highest mountain of Forstead, sent to dwell and wrestle with the giant children, and one of Scipios Eleven Demigods- upon this realm there were *Very* Few who could even begin to consider themselves the equal of Noctis in terms of his magical power. It was as deep and powerful as the aspect of beauty was wide, just as beauty can be found in a persons face, clothing, body, it can be found in the wilds, in the sky and the stars, the oceans and the deeps, in metals and foods, music and art. Beauty was an eternal source of power and Noctis was its conduit. 

The blue flame would likely be so bright it was as if Fayrus were staring at the very sun itself. His magical abilities were an aurora of color, northern lights upon his soul, dancing sunsets for his elemental abilities, a brilliant azure of power for his Enhancement magic, rippling shades of grey and purple for his Illusion, Persuasion and Pyschic Magics. He was diverse in his power and yet honed, never dull, never lacking in edge.

 He sat there calmly, curious to see what Fayrus would

See in him, if anything at all. 

"Well?"
Emma
What Fayrus was witnessing was something beyond anything he suspected. A blue flame so bright the little lizard had to hide behind his master to not lose the sight. Fayrus dared to stare into it for some moments.
Not only it was burning like a star, it also was as big as the main gate of a castle. The young man wasn't even sure that thing could actually be possible.

"I'm afraid I don't have anything of your level, my lord. I'm not sure if something of your level even exists, if I have to be quite honest."

He was sweating and he had to put an hand on his right eye to cover it as the transformation would've been too slow.
Yet, even though he stared at a source of magic that could easily pulverize him within seconds, he had an honest smile on his face.
It was a blessing, a sight that maybe no other man had witnessed before.

"Am I... Am I not being disrespectful by calling you lord? Should I be praying to you?"

The merchant wasn't sure about what exactly he had in front of him, he only knew that it wasn't a human. It could've been a god, a demon, a champion. 
Fayrus was scared, yet he wouldn't run away. 

-If I was being annoying I would've already died, right? He must be of good intentions.. I will be able to go back to my sisters.. *Right?*-

A coinflip with a life on the line. Seconds that became minutes, minutes that became hours.
This is how uncertainty was making him feel, an experience between a lifeless limbo and a living hell.
Stacey
"You honor me with calling me lord, I've let you get away with it for too long. Just call me Noctis and that will be more than enough." He said with a laugh, a warm and tinkling sounding laugh- almost childish and yet, something in it was old as the mountains. It was a perplexing sound, a sound as full of magic as anything he'd done so far. 

"So you can see magic? That's a very rare skill indeed." He said, stroking his jawline. The familiar, the knowledge of elements and potions- this was a practitioner of the Wizard profession. A merchant, a caster- life was throwing yet another interesting soul at him. 

"If you wish to honor me in any way, then be my friend, Fayrus. That above all things is a resource this world has a very severe shortage of." He said, chewing his lip as he watched the merchant. "Can we agree on that?"