Lark's eyes widened when Jenso announced that most of the people in Arcadia had been killed by this mysterious Prisma character. He clenched his fist, but didn't say anything. Was Harold still alive? Lark was struck like a tree in a storm. This was a horrible bit of news. However, as Jenso began speaking about Magic, Lark's composure loosened.

	"I don't teach magic, kid. Especially not to naive wannabe heroes who don't even [i]introduce[/i] themselves to new friends," Lark said sternly, crossing his arms, "A little rude, don't ya think?" Lark shook his head and shrugged his shoulders. "Sorry."