There was one thing that Chandler had been trying to do for quite some time, and that was figure out a way to create additional special crystals. He was a black mage, which meant that he didn't have to play by the rules that others set for themselves. He didn't fear dabbling in the dark arts. Rather than considering them evil, he considered them misunderstood.<br/><br/>Honestly he figured that all magical powers were a tool. They were therefore completely morally neutral. Indeed, they were as morally neutral as a screwdriver or a hammer would be. Someone could use a hammer to build up a house or a barn. They could also use a hammer to break into someone's homestead and steal from him or her.<br/><br/>Either way, the hammer itself did not choose whether it was going to be used for good or evil. Rather, it was merely a speechless playing piece in the events that surrounded it. Magic was like that to him. Even black magic could be used to heal, by killing the organisms that caused infection. What you did with it was up to the mage.<br/><br/>As he adjusted his pointed hat, he started over toward the fairy that he had been meaning to speak with. Though he knew the fact that her father's kingdom was tiny, he still knew who they were, and that's why he had made the journey out this way. Most people would have figured that it was somehow wrong to make new special crystals. Therefore, they wouldn't have even attempted.<br/><br/>Since he was different, he didn't have the same moral qualms. Instead, he had been screwing around with some new techniques, and believed that he had actually made some spares in the grim tower he locked himself away in. All right, well, it was actually his bedroom back above his parent's place, but he didn't want to admit that for fear of not being taken seriously.<br/><br/>It looked to him like this Frost fairy had a tattoo on her left arm, and it even looked like she had a piercing above her one eyebrow. Instantly he imagined her as some being of pain like him or at least like he liked to imagine himself. Chandler actually had a happy life, but thought that he'd never get taken seriously practicing black magic if he didn't act like he had a bunch of angst.<br/><br/>Looking toward her, he removed his pointed hat and made a flourished bow before he restored it to his head. "Well, I'm sure you know I was coming, a messenger foretold me I'm sure. I'm the one that figured out a way to turn ordinary crystals into replacements for the one that you have in this place."<br/><br/>What he didn't realize at this moment, though, was just how attached he was going to get to those objects and the individual in front of him. "I assume you'll soon be ejecting me, considering I dabble in such dark arts."<br/><br/>He tried to say it in a way that sounded menacing, but that didn't work for him at all.