Lazarus chuckled. The newcomer wouldn't beat him if they sparred, but he admired his attitude. He would go far as a phoenix wing wizard. The young girl had gone red. "You shouldn't be embarrassed. Be proud of your magic. You weald a rare magic form, so it is your responsibilty that people see it in good light." He grinned, before turning to Sasha. "After this is all over I'll let him have at me. But for now. We need to protect that." He gestured to the satchel. It seemed they had all gotten distracted. "Take it out Sasha, let me see it if you wouldn't mind??" He held his hand out.