Cyne was enthralled by the magical show the hybrid put on, watching with childish interest as the elements forged a tiny ball in the hands of the capable mage. He'd always had an interest in mixing elements from a young age, but giving his family's affinity towards fire, no one ever pushed him to master a second element, only refine his natural trait. Listening to the hybrid speak of using magic in a more civil use other than war made Cyne smile too. Even though it wasn't the best fit, and even though it was a horrid job, Cyne always took pride in the fact that people knew their loved ones ashes would be created at his hands, a way for them to move onto the next life. A prince had cremated their beloved, and that was a thing of honor, he thought. Fire had it's uses in lighting torches, burning old buildings, clearing rotted forest, and Cyne had always offered to help whenever such a project arose. War wasn't something Cyne desired, and listening to this hybrid drew a lot of respect.<br/><br/>He could have listened for hours, and he would have, but he heard Elara clear her throat, a bit obviously. Offering his hand out, Cyne awaited for the hybrid to return the gesture, "A pleasure meeting such an interesting mage, Caldwin."<br/><br/>Turning back to Elara, he walked over, and stood by her side. Would Caldwin be willing to talk to him more? Possibly even train him. What kinds of magic did he know, did he possess? He couldn't keep more questions from burrowing into his head, and couldn't help but smile as he saw the light smile on Elara's lips as well.<br/><br/>"Entertained Elara? I must say, I would definitely enjoy spending more time with that hybrid. I'm sure he's seen magic that has become extinct in the face of this war, old tricks passed down through families, through generations, lost to death. And the peaceful intent is definitely refreshing, after this war."