Mikkish paused, confused at what Blink was saying.

"What kind of bullshit have people been feeding you? Some people are born with some magic tendencies, but anyone can learn magic, even my drunk bastard ass." He said. Despite drinking age laws not being followed on the island where he studied, he still felt proud to say he was a drunk bastard. Probably because he was 20.

"But getting that good takes time, where did you practice? You got some kind of private mentor?" He asked, realizing the knife still in his hand. In the increasingly likely chance Blink was not a cultist, then maybe giving the knife back would end their conflict once and for all. In the chance Blink would attack him again, well it didn't work the first time.

"By the way, I think thats yours" Mikkish said as he tossed the knife to the ground in front of Blink