The magical aura that surrounded the entire canyon was strengthened by the magic users within. Any time they practiced magic the residual magic went into the spell over the city. The spell over the city was indeed to keep out those who were unaware or could not use magic. It was also to provide a safe haven to those who weren't exactly liked amongst other society. It was hidden on a whole from the world. Unless you knew it was there you would never find it. Unless you were pulled there by darker forces you would never see it. The amount of magic that emitted from the magic users added to the strength of the ancient spell over the city. So long as there was magic in the city...there would never be a time the special strong magic would not be hovering over and around the entire Diablo Canyon location.<br/><br/>He kept cooking as he was lost in thought. He stayed out of evils way and evil stayed out of his. Part of it was he was an unknown that the darker forces here were uncertain of. They weren't sure who he was entirely or what he could do. This unpredictability is what kept him safe. A good guy in a city of evil. It didn't matter to him though that they were evil. He stood in the kitchen. His robe laying across the chair. A spell protecting it from invasion. A blood spell to be exact. He stood there in long white pants and a tank top that matched. Showing off his lithe but toned and lightly muscular form. He was thin though. Naturally so because of the magic. His skin moonlight white. He looked at the guy as he'd walked off. Then resumed working on his dinner.<br/><br/>He began to taste the grilled onions. They needed more flavor. He added a bit of salt and pepper to them. Flipping them over and grilling them again. He almost jumped when the man entered the kitchen. He looked at him. "Thank you." he said simply. Tasting his onions and let out a contented sound at the flavor. Moving them around in the frying pan. "You don't have to eat. You might not be hungry but I am." he said with a chuckle. "So I am going to eat." He added. He flushed a bit unused to having eyes on him. "Yes. The apple that is now back in the magic robes." He said with amusement. The robes were enchanted. Inside it had folds in which he could place numerous items. Such as a necromancer's scythe. A necromancers hammer. Along with a few other rare items he'd acquired over the years.<br/><br/>He looked at him as the man spoke again. "A week minimum. Each day you'll feel stronger. Less weak. Less tired. More energetic." he said. Then resumed cooking. Throwing in the shrimp now that the onions were getting done. The smell of sauteeing buttered shrimp could be smelled. He shifted them around so they didn't burn. He kept walking. "What were you like before you died Thomas? Why were you in the after life? You don't seem old enough to have died by natural causes." he asked finally. He kept cooking. A giant will-o-wisp flew over and rubbed against Sojo like a giant puppy dog. He laughed a bit. "Missed you too Osho." He said with a smile. The orb flickering and swirling around. "Is that so? I'll avoid upper town for a few days then." He said. Finishing his food he began to roll it into a burrito. Folding over the end before he finished rolling it. He looked at Thomas. "You sure you don't want to try a shrimp burrito?" He asked. He had a few made up already. The tomatoes and bell peppers already sauteed and mixed in with the rest of the food.