Deacon looked at her, trying to argue her point about coincidence and how things just happened,<b>"If seven years from now, you meet me again, in search of the same friend, would you still believe everything to be coincidence?" </b>He asked as if he knew what he was talking about. He didn't believe in coincidences, everything happened for a reason, like the sword finding its way to him, the murder, the book, it all connected, nothing was by chance, He wasn't here by chance. neither was she, the world had a center, and it spun intricate webs of design that were larger than they could follow most of the time. That was over his head, as much as he spent reading about lore, and magic, and the workings of the worlds flow and current. A lot of what he knew already, was in theory, as he hadn't the full power to practice the knowledge in his head yet. But when he did, oh would he be a force to be reckoned with, or so he thought. He could take this murderer right? the one who had given him so much, and he assumed, taken this person's friend.<br/><br/><b>"Magic besieges magic, miss. I know, because i can feel it, and recognize magics i can cast myself."  </b>Deacon's voice had lowered lightly, as to not worry the few patrons that were in there with them. Magic unsettled humans for the most part, having no way to cast or defend themselves against it, they were wary to those that could, she then asked about Blackstaff itself. and he smirked lightly.<br/><br/><b>"Yes. It simply states that my magic is stronger than most others around me, and gives warning to those that think they can break magic law, or do things they shouldn't with magic, to get what they want or enforce things that they shouldn't that people are watching. we train for years, decades, our training never ends." </b>He gave an answer to her. though she had had already began to give her explanation as to what her friend looked like, and it sounded more like she viewed the creature as an object, as she gave him no physical description as to go off of. and he blinked, adding in the bandits, that he had hired non-the-less. He was now certain it was the same thing, her friend was an Elemental, that she had no intention on letting him know of at the moment. That was probably for the best, She had slowed down on eating, as she was talking to him now.<br/><br/><b>"Are you aware you have told me nothing about how he looks, and have made him out to sound like an object? Is he? is this some sort of totem? Or is it a person? How can i help you find someone if i don't know what i'm looking for?" </b>After his description as to what the Blackstaff was, he was hoping she realized that he was helpful more than dangerous, though she seemed far to skeptical to take anything at face value, which in the reality of things, was probably the best thing for her, especially as he had been the one who had ordered the kidnap of her friend, even if he didn't have a clue where it was at the moment. and his only way to securely find it, was to seal the deal that took it away from him to begin with.<br/><br/><b>"Very well, Just fresh eyes generally bring new perspective to a problem, or situation." </b>He didn't press the matter anymore, and took another drink off his ale. It tasted like crap, but you get what you pay for, and this was on the house. So obviously it wasn't going to be top shelf quality.  Deacon, giving her a moment to think, turned to the bartender, searching for the name for a moment, sure the woman who was hitting on him, putting a show on for him had said it. or thought it at the very least.<b>"Gar, I believe it was? Could I get a glass of Dragon's Fire Whiskey, with a shot of Grey Hair vodka?" </b>He asked for top shelf drinks, setting four gold coins on the table.<b>"No ice." <br/>
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"I may not have been born here, but its the capitol of Magic, and i'm laced in it." </b>He said absently, and it was true, his whole life had revolved around magic, He fit in more here, than where he was born, or raised anyway.<b>"Home is as simple as where you make it. Where you feel comfortable, where you can feel safe while you close your eyes." </b>He said as if he knew what a home was. He hadn't had a home in centuries, not since he left it, where he was raised, that was the last time he wasn't looking over his shoulder for the things that came out at night. Where he didn't feel he needed to protect himself. But what did he know? He was just a mage looking for information, to be the best that he possibly could, and protect those that couldn't protect themselves, as was the credo his parents had taught him. It was his job, to watch over things that couldn't themselves, by whatever means necessary. To give back to the world that had given him so much. They knew he was special, and didn't try to keep what was his by life from him. They encouraged it even. long since passed, he carried on their wishes.