Cyrus let out a low scoff, his lips turnt down in a frown. " No. Winning is neither causalities nor land conquered. It is when the Betrayer's head is spiked on the gate to the capital, and all his armies are laid dead on the fields of battle. " His chains gently wafted across the air over to Jo before he continued. " A wall? There was an king who tried something of that sort. Sent millions of subjects to their deaths to toil in the barren fields with stone and iron. I believe after 20 years of this the people revolted and the king was killed thus allowing the current line of kings to take reign. So even though we hold magic, only a few of us do. It isn't like every person in this land has the capabilities to use the land around us yet even now with more magic users then before we can't spare any as we are currently in war and need every able bodied soldier." 

"Very few Northmen can fly. For us it seems our ability to use magic comes from what sort of 'mana' we are most subjected to while inside our mothers. Most Northern barbarians can use water magic's amazingly well and a few can use earth."

Cyrus stood up and moved the chains to wrap around him as he walked over to Jo. " If the public knew that we lose twice as many soldiers as the enemy they would be in an uproar. Fathers without wives, mothers without children, All for what? A pointless quest for power. M'lord brought a golden age to this land and this damned cur of flesh seeks to destroy it all for a little bit of power. But no. If the people knew...They would probably just give the land to that damned bastard child..." His voice rose slightly in the middle and when he caught himself he muttered. "Ah...I'm sorry. I've lived my entire life slaughtering and training. I should rejoice at this war, but all I feel is contempt."

"And if you do not wish to spend the money, I would buy these magazines for you. I have more then enough coin to prove that whatever you deem beautiful is not the same as what I deem. But alas that is a subject for another time as I can see broaching it with you further will anger you." He smiled slightly allowing his magic to escape from his body slowly. " Yes. Not the sort of...devices, you called them?...Rather mana. Your world is overflowing with it. Ours has mana in it but it is more of a flowing stream rather then a raging torrent." His gaze moved across Jo and settled on the table they were both around as she took a seat. " I...I wouldn't call them untrustworthy. I just shudder to imagine your world's power in their hands. Here they can cause whirling winds that can tear a city stone by stone. Cause the earth to gape open, swallowing massive tracks of land. They can force the earth to give up it's blood. Sadly for such power they are immobile, forever locked away in their central tower in the capital and even their magical range is limited." He stopped for a brief moment breathing in and out slowly before continuing. " If they get their hands on this book. I fear one of them sending their magic through to completely annihilate whatever is on the other side. So imagine the Wind seer sending his gale of wind through the book. It would probably amplify and rip your sky cities out of the sky..."

Cyrus was taken aback, to say the least, as Jo shot off question after question much like he did over in her world. So when she was finally done and fidgeting in her seat like a newborn babe eager for food he began slowly. " When I said fields that can not grow anything I mean fields for food. If we are going to lose farming land that we reclaimed we will sow the field with salt making it unable to support growth. We have plenty of forests though, so wood is of no object." He glanced around at the tent before pulling a piece of tent,used for patching, that was on the table and handed it to her. " The tent is silk. It is farmed by the southern empires and traded to us for food and other goods. It makes great clothing but it is farmed from worms they aptly call silkworms." He glanced over his shoulder at the quill before digging around his pockets and pulling out the one he took from the dukes keep. " You can have this as well. Yes. It is a real quill. We get them by plucking the birds. I know the king's scribe uses one from a very beautiful bird from across the ocean that has colorful feathers. Also yes...We hunt birds just as we hunt deer and slaughter cow's. There is more then enough in this world."

He paused and thought about the last few questions of hers. " I truly have never given it a thought. Clouds mean rain and rain means my powers are pretty useless in large scale battle. But water mages love the rain. They can make the water freeze to the soldiers of the enemy, encasing them in an icy prison. It is truly fascinating to see. As for snow, why would you eat it? It is cold and being anywhere where there is snow means brazenly cold wind's and torturous storms."

Cyrus chuckled as she asked if the hills actually moved. " No, Jo, They do not actually move. I did mean as far as the eye can see. In fact my travels will take me to the Plains of Goliath which are famed for it's emerald green fields. So if I am there and you are able, you can come through see them yourself." With a sigh he sat down cringing slightly as the chain creaked. Either from his weight or the age of them Cyrus wouldn't know. " Also I move my chains by encasing them in a flame that is still a flame, but not hot enough to turn them into molten metal right away. However eventually they will melt so I can't use these indefinitely which is a shame."