She finally joined him, almost as their food got set in front. He was corrected as well. Crestbane.<b>"My mistake, Miss Crestbane. My mind has been in a darker place as of late, and this story of a hooded figure killing people isn't helping."  </b>Deacon spoke plainly. which wasn't false, because it sounded like the same person who gave him the book. And the sword on his hip. what did they want with him? There's no way all those years ago, they knew that he was going to stumble across an elemental, and try to keep it for information....is there? they did know exactly where to find him when he was that librarian for the mercenaries. what if they were from the future, or had spoken to their future self? was he just walking through the waves of time that had already happened for this person?<br/><br/><b>"You have a gift, you shouldn't consider it a coincidence. Not many people get blessed with the ability to feel, and use magic. its a beautiful connection with nature. fire one of the most, as its ability lies to not only destroy, but create life."  </b>Again he spoke plainly, as if his opinion was final. he wasn't sure why she wasn't intrigued by her magic. its all he craved anymore, and having the last bit of information in his palm, before he  became something greater. all he had to do, was learn water, and his abilities would increase exponentially, and allow him to do things he hadn't dreamed of, once he learned how to tap into the full extent of his strength. Then he could take the person in the robe, right? He had the sword, and his staff. But that person had given him the sword...Which meant they had something stronger, or felt that they it wasn't good enough for them.<br/><br/>Deacon took this into consideration, as his self debate for opening the book increased. on the one hand, he could get stronger, but why would this person give him the one thing he needed to get stronger, if they were not stronger than that his or herself? The sword, it came from the same person, What was all this to mean. For one, the person wasn't human, or rather wasn't normal. For two, this person had been watching him a long time, and evidently had a plan for him. Which in itself was scary. what did this person want with him? What did they stand to gain?<br/><br/><b>"No no Blackstaff is an organization for mages of a higher caliber." </b>He said as if common knowledge. then she asked of the other side of the world.<b> "It becomes more and more easily on appearance that there other creatures in the world than just us." </b>He spoke clearly, wondering if she would get his meaning or not. Other races. he wondered just how well she was versed in other races. many born into magic, would be able to help possibly, but he had yet to encounter an elf able to use water. And that was when she mentioned her friend.<br/><br/><b>"I've been here for weeks, perhaps if you described him, i could tell you if i had seen him. though i've been sidetracked. " </b>Deacon added the second part, as if to not get her hopes up. she said he didn't belong here, which she'd be right.<b>"What makes you think i don't belong here This is the capital of blackstaff.... but if you insist, perhaps i can help a young woman, find her friend?" </b>asking this, he really just wanted to catch up and find what was his, and he wasn't referring to the gold.<br/><br/>Tag : Wren