"Who they were stealing from, has little consequence as to the point as to wh-" he got cut off as he watched them begin to melt in front of him. Whatever this was, was way over his head. his eyes widened, and jaw dropped a little bit. This was magic. not his little tricks and pranks. no this... this was power, and looked very controlled as it didn't touch him at all. Whatever she was doing, was incredible, and he was envious. She seemed to know a lot more about who she was, what she was, how to be a fighter than he did, and he wanted to learn. He wanted that kind of control over himself. Psy wasn't even aware that he had stopped mid sentence as he looked from puddle to puddle. Everything had come to a standstill, and he just stood an watched in awe, the flames dying down, nothing burning, he just watched. "What.. What was that?!" he exclaimed, excitement just barely in his voice.<br/><br/>He looked around out the carnage, and walked slowly to two of the puddles, pending down and picking up his throwing knives. wiping them on his pants before slipping them back into his belt, taking the liquid off of them as to not have them rust later. He looked at her as if still looking for an answer as to what that was. He then realized what she said, the cargo wasn't hers, but the man... that was dead. he looked at the poor man, and tilted his head, Killed by accident, or perhaps on purpose, the horses were, and they were beautiful creatures that had every much as right to live as anything, and everything else. He was saddened by this, and looked to her. "I'm. I'm sorry." he said, assuming she knew the man.<br/><br/>"Forgive me!" He said in shock, that he was being so rude, he took his forefinger, and middle finger and pressed them to his bro, bowing as he spoke hhis name, " My name is Cyncar, Cyncar Endoleaf. But you may call me Psy, as everyone tends to." He said looking at her as he leaned back up from his proper elven greeting. He wasn't sure what else to say, so he stood there, waiting for her reaction, the bow reminding him he had a book in his belt against his back.<br/><br/>He slowly pulled it out, and noticed the mark of a flame on the cover, his eyes widened lightly. Was this tomb something that could help him understand who he was? That would be more than amazing, all this time searching, and he held the secrets to himself in his hand at this very moment? What he wouldn't give for that to be true.