"It'll only feel like your brain is freezing. We call that an ice-cream headache; it's a headache when you drink something cold too fast." Ghent was beginning to wish he'd ordered a second round of their frozen desserts. This would no doubt be their last taste of ice-cream for a long, long time.
	When the topic turned to magic, Ghent remained uncharacteristically silent, paying careful attention to what was said from both parties. This was a lot to take in, but he wasn't surprised by any of the answers he'd received. Ghent hadn't expected the magic to come easily, he'd anticipated it to be a challenge. The fact that he believed himself capable of possessing this type of power was strange in itself; why was he so willing to believe that magic existed? Though their discussion would have sounded insane to most, Ghent believed them. After seeing the shadowmire up close and personal, he was more apt to believe in the impossible.
	"I guess I have a lot to live up to." Ghent wasn't sure how to feel about this being his birthright. The possibility of failure worried him. The stakes were so high, and his experience was nonexistent. Unnerved by Drust's gaze, Ghent turned his attention to Elayra. If her show of skill was any example of Drust's tutoring, he believed himself in good hands. 
	"I can't promise any miracles...but I'll do my best. I don't want to let you guys down." From what little he'd heard of his father, Ghent could tell that he was a force to be reckoned with, or he'd used to be. Hopefully some of that had passed onto him. 
	Elayra posed a new question, one that Ghent may have found funny if he was not so burdened with his own thoughts.
	"Actually...magic doesn't exist here." Ghent reached up to rub the back of his neck, only to be reminded that he still had the dagger stashed away in his sleeve. "We know of magic, but it's only in stories. It isn't real...no one has powers." Ghent set his cup down so that he might remove the dagger from its hiding place. As he handed the weapon back to Elayra, another question came to mind.
	"Do I get a katana or something cool like that? I'm pretty skilled with a bow. I took class once." Considering how many shots it had taken him to hit the target, this was a bit of a stretch. "I know I'm supposed to be the mage of our group, but you can never be too prepared."