<span style="font-family:Raleway">While Emberline wasn’t quite sure if she believed the tricks he’d displayed were the extent of what he <i>could</i> do, it was easy enough to see that it was the extent of what he <i>knew</i> he could do at the present time. There was a difference between the two things, particularly when it came to being elvish, but it wasn’t something they needed to go into detail on at that present moment. There were more important matters for the both of them to address and deal with. She wasn’t about to judge him on what she’d seen alone, though; Emberline had made that mistake before and seen how quickly people could excel in the right circumstances. <br/>
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However, her lack of judgement ended when he tried lifting the cart all by himself. A small part of her wanted to laugh, but another - stronger - part of her wanted to smack him upside the head because it was a surefire way to hurt himself. “What are you even thinking trying to lift that by yourself?” she yelled. “I mean… I know we have to get it standing again, but to try that <i>by yourself?</i>” He could’ve asked for her help before he started doing any such thing and he didn’t. By the time she’d realized that her help might have been helpful, there wasn’t enough time for her to actually get anything placed properly enough to be of that assistance. <br/>
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“You know, we already have five dead souls here. We really don’t need to add another.” Her second comment was no less serious, but at least he hadn’t hurt himself. At least, there were no injuries that she could see. <br/>
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Some of the books had fallen out when he’d ultimately failed and Emberline went to start nudging them back into the cart as he asked about the tome. “I’ve been around books almost my whole life and tomes are the only ones worth holding onto in my opinion,” she explained to him after a moment. “Magic Tomes are the only ways humans can actually learn to channel magic nowadays because the elves refuse to teach them.” Picking up a book by his foot, Emberline glanced at him for a moment and then corrected herself, “Well, most elves refuse to teach them. The ones they do get to work with usually aren’t the ones with the most knowledge to offer.” <br/>
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Now that it seemed everything was in the cart, Emberline leaned back against it and relaxed herself a little bit. “Elves can learn from them too, though. It’s just… different for us. Many elves have an innate magic talent of some kind or another and learning that specific talent from a tome is a bit difficult because tomes don’t teach you how to use internal magic sources. Only external ones.” <br/>
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At the mention of external sources, Emberline’s hand fell to her sword. “My sword… the gem in the hilt is a Phoenix Heart. It’s an external magic energy source and I can draw upon its energy instead of my own whenever I want to use magic that isn’t innate within me.” <br/>
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She really was only covering the basics of what she knew because it was hard to go into more detail out in the open like they were. Every once in a while, though, her eyes glanced in either direction down the road. Emberline was watching for anyone else who might be able to give them assistance in righting the toppled cart and getting it back to where it belonged.</span>