Looking at the man, Cyne almost couldn't contain himself. Losing some of his regal posture, he broke stride with the vampiress, and walked to the tiny group of people around him. Watching the man more intently, he realized this wasn't some half-assed mage either, this was a mage of talent. The way he held his magic, the way it conformed to his whim, the way it was perfect, and flawless... Cyne knew he was looking at a naturally gifted, well practiced mage. A magical vampire was something Cyne had never seen before, and it sparked his interest, he could feel the curiosity digging in his mind. That was a fairly tiny ball of ice, how much could such a mage wield? Cyne himself had been given a small group of the kingdom's finest fire mages, to train and have as an elite guard. He had learned from them, and they'd learned from him, and although only five made it into his guard, his expectations for this hybrid remained just as high.<br/><br/>"Caldwyn, sorry to interrupt your teachings, but as a fellow mage, may I inquire a question or two?"<br/><br/>He spoke formally, and tried to sound like he wasn't bossing the man around, he knew people felt more comfortable that way in his presence. Although, this wasn't one of the citizens of his land, this was a vampiric mage, and who knew what was going through the hybrid's head right this instance? Cyne stood stiff, trying his best to look tall, proud, and in honor of the man's presence. Impress the man into answering a few questions hopefully.