Deana
Once Noctis started walking again, Sylvar followed along the forest path. Luna soon followed suit, doing a graceful cat walk a few feet behind them. Sylvar took a long moment to respond, as always. 

"Average mastery in Metallurgy, of a sort. I can sense pure elements within something, like the gold. It is *Truly* Pure gold. Or, extract something from ores, for another example," He said, explaining casually. He was thinking about all the lessons he learned in magic. They hadn't been easy ones, but it had been well worth it in the end. 

Sylvar inclined his head when Noctis spoke about Valac. Fascinating, but he understood perfectly well. If he wanted be seen as a man, then a man he will be seen as. Sylvar could respect that. "Understood. He will be seen as a man."

The next question brought surprise, and his brows shot up. He glanced down at the swords, and knives on his weapon belt, then back at Noctis. "Of course. Short-swords, daggers, throwing knives, cutlasses- I can use them all efficiently."
Helen
"Metallurgy hm? Very good magic to have as well." Noctis mused, enhancing his eyesight to more easily pick their path through the dark woods. The trees overhead were still, silent- as if they were listening in. Gnarled branches sprang in every direction, dense bushes made it seem as if they walked in a long and dark hallway corridor of giants. So, a drow pirate, with the ability to shapeshift and manipulate and sense metals. Quite the admirable skillset to have gained. 

"Good, there may come times when you have need of them." Noctis' strength was on another level- the amount of power that had been present in the Cousin Conflicts versus this age of Man, well... All the same he wasn't invincible. He needed to be selective on when he displayed his ability- or he'd likely be hunted down or worse, attract the wrong kind of attention from the Empress. Long legs carrying him far with every stride, he more *Prowled* Than walked. 

"Valac is a decent swordsman, not the best strategist. We should travel in relative safety all the same. We'll be aiming for Marsalus Village next to scope the area out, pick up some news. I heard from the adventuring guild that you can get good info on the outskirts of realms for good paying jobs within the nine realms." They'd made some good money off selling the beasts remains, enough to pay their way a good while- but they'd need much, much more for his ultimate goals. 

"Any questions about me? I won't promise answers- but I will do my best to accomodate."
Deana
"Yes. It is," He agreed, very proud of his magic and what he could do with it. Shapeshifting in particular has gotten him out of many sticky situations, like the one only some time ago. Sylvar looked ahead, having no issues seeing the path in front of them in the dark. Drows were born with night-vision. For them, the night was preferable. The sun only brought sensitivity. However, this forest in particular was not the most beautiful sight. There was an eerie feel to it. 

Sylvar figured there would be times in this line of work when weapons were needed, and he would be prepared. In the last eight months or so, since he left the sea, he has improved on his skills. All in preparation for his goal, to get revenge, if Drake didn't find him first. Only time could tell what was to come. And he was determined. The Drow walked at a steady pace, not prowling like Noctis did, but he was very light with his steps. 

"Of course. I'll keep that in mind," He responded when Noctis spoke of the Adventuring Guild, and pleased to hear more of where they would be going next. There were all kinds of jobs, and he could certainly make up for the lack of strategy in the group, but he had a feeling Noctis could also cover that. As long as he made good pay, he would go along with it. Sylvar had several questions about Noctis but decided to take slow, starting with a few simple questions. 

"Yes. I do have questions. Are you a mage or wizard of sorts with that level of magic, or are you simply not human?"
Helen
"Well, I am more or less human." He said with a grin, then shrugged his shoulders. 

"I practice some magic too, yes. I can cast a few fire and wind spells, illusion magic is a particularly good tool of mine and I practice something called Enhancement Magic. Its a very difficulty to learn and even harder to master magic that strengthens aspects of my body. Nothing too exciting." He said casually, deciding that Sylvar *Should* Know, both as a teammate and because it let Sylvar know what he was dealing with. 

"How old are you Sylvar?" They were nearing the camp now, only a few more minutes and he could grab some food and throw his feet up for the night. He had a feeeling about Marsalus, like soemthing important was waiting for him there. Whatever it was, he hoped it led to some serious money because he needed it. There were going to be expenses down the line and he wanted to be more than prepared for them. "I quite enjoy the company of Drow folk, oftentimes they can appreciate the beauty of the night. I loathe to think what it must be like to be dismissed by the sun, but the stars I think are oftentimes more beautiful than the sun. After all- you can gaze at the stars at night, but you can only look at the sun a few seconds."