Aimee
Aharis silently listened, taking in the information and processed it as such. He had no idea that druids worked with death as much as that philosophy resonated with him.

"**I-**"

He bit his tongue, as he continued to explain further in detail. Aharis doesn't know why, but he prays that Druids are peaceful. An army of them could certainly wipe out the fertility of these lands. And his job!

"**Oh? Metal?**"

He stood up from his chair following him outside. But nothing's in his hands. He then, out of nothingness, lit his own hand on fire as it molds the light into a construct—- a long sword, red and hot to the touch.

He then walks a few steps to a small shack and proceeds to take out a lawnmower-like object, broken and scrapped. And used the hot weapon to cut it into pieces.

"**Metal.**"

He points, as the sword disappears into nothingness again.
Martha
*He was unsure why Aharis destroyed his own equipment for the sake of demonstrating his own magic. Conjuring a sword from flame meant the man Zyn stood with was much more than what he lead on. He didn't pay mind, and did his incantations anyways. His eyes stuck to the broken pieces of metal as he performed the spell.* "**Bras tinc!**" *His left hand swirled in a closed fist and opened palm-up with finger splayed. The metal of the scrapped piece he chose very quickly became red hot.*

"Much less impressive than that sword you made, I have a sneaking suspicion you have more to yourself than farming." *Zyn smiled, the metal on the ground burning what it touched.* "I can make it stop being hot whenever I want, or until the spell reaches its own time limit."

*Not a fancy spell whatsoever, but the implications of Zyn at will heating any metal put into perspective what kind of things he can do.* "There's one of my favorite spells though but its quite... Destructive? Do you have a small patch of grass you don't use? Flowers maybe?"
Aimee
He was nothing but captivated by the display of magic, his mind branching to possibilities of what it could mean if he could learn some of it. 

"**The sword? That's nothing compared to what you're doing!**"

But so far he doesn't see any correlation to agriculture, yet. So, he stood, his height casting a shadow. Could fungus heat up metal? That's something he didn't know of.

"**...Ahah. That was good. As for small patches... Hmm. Would a flower pot do? I maybe a farmer, but this is not the season for flowers to bloom yet.**"

He runs to pick up a flower pot and hands it to him.

"**Here. Are you going to make it grow?**"
Martha
"I'll just uh... Nevermind I'll just show you on some less useful grass." *Zyn brings the flower pot to a semi-remote and unused area, placing it on the ground and backing up a little more than ten feet.*

"It might not be the season but this spell certainly doesn't care." *He widened his stance and bent his knees, lifting his hands into the air and sternly incanting the spell at the pot, this time it wasn't in Elf tongue, but common.* "**WITHER and BLOOM!**" *The grass surrounded the pot instantly died, rotten and dry while the flower in the pot grew and... Bloomed. Multiple smaller flower sprouted besides the original flower as well.*

"It works on people, too... But what it does is expedite the decomposition process and if I so choose I can pick a living thing to grow and heal from it. On bigger things like an animal or person, it will dry them, wrinkle and crack the skin, and if they're really worse for wear muscle atrophy... Or I can heal them!" *That was definitely something related to agriculture. Making compost and recycling seem to be his schtick. To kill two birds with one stone, Zyn does his ritualistic mushroom dance at the patch of dead grass. Spores around him that weren't visible beforehand fly towards the rotten earth as he gestures his hands at the end of the short dance routine. Out sprouted mushrooms, none special just those native to the area one would expect to see.*
Aimee
He watches, awe. Something beautiful just sprouted from the death that reeks the soil. The composition was like a dance of life he had come to know of. As the soil gives life to something new.

So, he was right. There is more to learn, something useful! He's beyond ecstatic. But he mustn't scare off the traveller. He maintains his excitement, for someone his age, 50's? 60's? He lost count. Despite his youthful appearance. 

His eyes shined, but his face neutral. Aharis then was surprised by the growth of mushrooms. His dance however, entertained him. For someone who looked solemn, that was out of pocket. He had half the mind to pluck them for dinner.

*Oh, food!*

"**You didn't tell me where you were headed. If you may, would you like to come into town with me? I don't cook. But I could make you some supper for your travel. You are welcomed to stay here for the night.**"

He couldn't resist and plucked the mushrooms. To be honest, the farmer was impressed. Perhaps fate has been kind today.

"**In return, I'd appreciate if you could teach me how to cast that spell. It's only daytime now, the sun is at its zenith. I may need help with something. But you seem to be in a hurry?**"

He says, fixing his lungi around his waist. Removing his straw hat, arriving at the conclusion. There surely is something to do, but getting to know him is also his goal.
Martha
*He looked kind of scared, like a tall order was called upon him. Zyn looked at Aharis and processed the rest of what he said so he could give the best answer he had.* "I'm in no hurry, I just like to show off a little. Uh, about staying here I can, and to teach you wither and bloom..." 

*Zyn looked at his hands for a moment and dug through his shawl moments after. He revealed a small leather pouch and a wooden totem in the shape of a mushroom with symbols carved all over its surface.* "So, I've never taught anyone how to cast spells. I think I could though! This totem in my left hand is what I use to channel my magic from, it just needs to be on my person. This pouch has all the necessary ingredients to cast the spell and others, don't mistake it for herbs and spices and dust! Well... It is those things but they need to be at least touching your hand while you are casting the spell. But I saw that sword from earlier, so I need you to tell me how familiar you are with magic."