"Well," Zelgodis said. "I'll be off then. I've got things to do but I'll be back in an hour or two. Maybe we can have lunch together then." Zel gave a slight wave, pulled up his mask and hood and left Larea's room and the inn. He went out the front gates of the town and made his way to the clearing with the temple. He'd read the rest of the scrolls there later. In the mean time Zel figured that the clearing was an excellent spot to practice with his sword.<br/><br/>Zel's sword was special. It was able to channel his magical energy, the blade would then turn black and red and would act as if it were much sharper than it actually was. Because his magic was growing weaker Zel would practice channeling with his sword daily. For some reason, this seemed to keep the technique's strength from diminishing.<br/><br/>Zel unsheathed his sword and focused, sending his magical energy into it. The sword glowed, with the main thick of the blade glowing black and the sharp edges shining red. Zel began re-practicing all of his basic swings and motions. Later moving on into the more advanced ones.