Staring at Nara quietly, Xelise looks to be torn between the realms of incredulity and shock.  He stares at her for a moment, and then goes off in the drow tongue about her, her actions and her grasp of simple concepts.  Finally switching back to common, he takes a step towards Nara, and then another, until he is right in front of her.<br/><br/>"I'm not pretending to not be a warlock.  I'm NOT a warlock.  I don't know what I am, and it was YOU that started to call me one.  I seem to recall that it was that very day that I got to see my very first angry mob.  I believe in correlation, not coincidence, Nara."<br/><br/>He growls, and holds a hand up towards the pile of snow, his fingers tensing as tendrils of black and purple energy snake up his arm and coalesce in his hand, before shooting from the and zig-zagging through the air to impact the snow.<br/><br/>"Do you hear sizzling?  Do you see melting?  I can't make your tea for you, Nara.  I am a general arcanist, no more and no less.  Warlocks deal with demons, devils and fel powers... I have yet to meet a single one of such a power, let alone make a pact with them for devilish magics.  It doesn't even BURN, Nara.  It just unmakes.  No heat to it, just pain."<br/><br/>He sighs, taking a step towards the snow pile and then another, starting to dig with his gloved hands at the snow pile, but staying far enough away from the sword.  "We need to have a chat, later, Nara..."