<i>Caldwyn? </i>He'd thought to himself. Due to the conversation, he'd forgotten about the mage. Wondering about the implications of such a powerful man, or what ever he was, losing his sanity. Would his magic follow his mind? The problems that seemed to plague his kind, and the apparent issues of Elara's own kind, how would that affect something that wasn't entirely one or the other? "I'd truthfully not spared him a thought until now, but that is quite an interesting subject I'll have to ask him when I am allowed the chance," Cyne thought aloud in between a few bites. From what he'd always thought he'd known about magic seemed to apply not to Caldwin, making the interest grow every time he thought of the man.<br/><br/>"You seem to heed his kind no mind Elara, but does everyone give him the same courtesy you do? A simple physical abnormality can ostracize a human from his fellows, I imagine being a rare breed of his kind must come with some prejudice." Even Elara and himself had prejudice from their own kind, he knew, just because of their rank. While Cyne had nothing but child like interest in the man, he didn't doubt for a second the men screaming for the mage to be hung from the gallows. Mankind was a fickle creature, one that held a distaste for change, for oddities and abnormalities.<br/><br/>Her short quip of mage's blood drew his attention as well, the way she'd said,<i>"Or so I'm told." </i>Not wanting to ask if she'd eaten a mage outright, he couldn't think of a decent way to phrase the question. "Also Elara, surely you've had a drop of magical blood? I had figured such a thing to be considered a delicacy." Without meaning to have an insulting tone, he gave her a small smile, he added a little of his personal experience. "Working as a crematoria, I can even tell a mage's magic from the smell of his ash." Even now, he was sure that the amount of magic users here would come to know of him, and he hoped he would get to know of them too. How many like Caldwyn existed here? Not men, but mages nonetheless.