[h2]Syrena Sinclair - Basilmeron Castle Courtyard[/h2]
Syrena took several steps back intending to leave Nicki to his devices. She could so easily have burned him. Though his natural magical resistance had no doubt saved him all but a slight irritation Syrena hated think what could have happened if the flames had continued to grow.

Nicki laughed jovially and insisted that it was quite alright. As a way to put her at ease he went through the smells given off by different mages. Hot iron, burnt wood, clean dirt. Each brought a refreshingly clean and sterile look to the magic unlike the reality. The reality was that this was not some talent or some [i]unrefined[/i] gift, it was a monster.

Syrena could feel the flames beneath her skin, like a living creature constantly searching for a way out. Sometimes when she was upset she could even see her veins glow the same as her eyes. Controlling it was like being shackles to the leash of large and violent dog. The fire never hurt her but she couldn't exactly say that to be true of those around her.

She couldn't use anything but the flames either. When Syrena had come to the castle he'd been so used to living with the fire in her skin that it hadn't occurred to her that there might be other types of magic available to her. That had been the first thing the Arch mage wanted to test. He'd given her a Thunder tome, taken Arma Infernum with him and asked her to channel her magic through the book. She should have been slightly worried when he left the room afterwards.

Holding the Thunder tome had felt wrong, like when you know you're supposed to be somewhere else or you realize there is something you have neglected to do. Syrena had opened up the book and summoned her magic. From what she understood the tome acted as a catalyst for those with magical abilities letting them focus and channel there magic, the two working as one towards a common goal. 

When Syrena tried to use Thunder however it felt more like two fighting each other over the same goal, her magic and the tome's at war. There was a great explosion of lightning shooting out in every direction. It ricocheted around the room scorching the room black. At the same time flames burns to life consuming the pages of the Thunder tome and as it burned there was a loud sound like a thunder strike and Syrena found herself thrown violently into the air. The impact broke her arm and there was nothing left of the Thunder tome but ashes and the cover. Afterwards the Arch Mage decided that it would be best that Syrena stuck to training her fire magic.

"I-I can't use o-other e-elements. B-bad stuff h-happens when I t-try other t-t-tomes."

Seconds later a Wyvern and his rider walked into the courtyard. Apparently not interesting in conversation they sat down in a corner not far from where Nicki and herself were talking. The Wyvern itself made Syrena nervous, nervous enough that her arms quivered. She could feel it again. Clutching Arma Infernum closer to her chest Syrena glanced at the dragon and was startled to see that it was also looking in her direction.

Syrena wasn't normally a shy girl, she had a bit of a problem talking to people because she feared her magic but action never normally impeded her. She would climb trees, fall out and break her arm, she'd run the furthest outside the village and look through the deepest part of the ruins, in fact that was were her problems began. At this point however she was a lot more nervous than normal. Wyvern's made her jumpy, she wasn't exactly sure why. It wasn't the scales or the wings or the teeth. It wasn't even the fact that there armor gave them a natural resistance to fire. She'd just always felt a strange need to hide when she saw them.

Quickly Syrena darted around Nicki, clutching his cloak so she could see if it was still looking at them. A moment later she realized that she was hiding behind a human being. She took a few more steps back from Nicki. "S-sorry, I d-don't like Wyvern's." Moments later their captain gave the five minute call for deployment and asked everyone to load there things onto the convoy. Syrena as one of the few people present who actually came from the castle had already had the chance to pack her things on the convoy hours earlier. That of course didn't mean that Nicki was also ready to go. "D-did you n-need to store anything?"

[h2]Marcus Ambrosias - Basilmeron Castle Courtyard[/h2]
In response to the thief queen's questions Marcus planted his staff in the ground and the crystal on top began to glow lightly. He wasn't actually doing any healing magic. He'd merely excited the crystal enough to give off light. Despite this is still looked suitably impressive. "Indeed, I am the resident healer. I was told that there was another among our party with similar talents but I have yet to meet him."

The Captain gave the five minute call and Marcus became aware that though he didn't own that much he certainly didn't want to be carrying it for two hours. "I suppose we will see each other later. I have to pack my belongings at the moment. Perhaps we can march together." he said to the thief before making his leave.

As a Monk Marcus's belongings were sparse but he still had some things, a bedroll and blanket, a natural healing kit as sometimes magic wasn't enough, extra robes and though it wasn't exactly sanctioned by his order some sweets. A man could abstain from a lot but candy wasn't one of those things for Marcus.