"A-arcane? Divine? What're those?" the boy looks confused, his gaze turning towards the halfling and worry filling his eyes. "I just... I dunno. It's hard to explain. I just do it," he shrugs. "I heard a priest once tell me that he did it by writing stuff down about how the universe works, and pressing down<em>here</em>to make something happen<em>there</em>, while another said that he borrowed the power of something that he served, but I never understood what they meant..." he trails off, looking at his feet and turning red from rambling on for so long. He hadn't meant to bore them or even to speak that much, but the statement had caught him off guard and he was unsure what she had even meant.<br/><br/>As he saw her go for her sling, he fumbled out his own weapon and cocked a quarrel into the groove of a plainly-made crossbow, pulling back the drawstring with some difficulty before settling it against the edge of his cloak at his thigh.<em>Scary,</em>he thought to himself, fear beginning to crop up as he fell into place behind the others.