Dremmick sighed as he sheathed his dagger. "Alright, get up so I can free you from those chains." As he worked, he glanced over to Terra, "He's all yours, I'm gonna wait on Morgan and Cilia." Turning his attention back to Aaron, "And if you try anything, killing yourself would probably be your best way out," he threatened. Was Dremmick laying in on pretty thick? Probably, but he wanted to be sure the new person understood him crystal clear.

"Dremmick, keep on like that and you might scare him into silence," Terra chastised. She then turned to the now free, but still magicless man with a smile. Good cop and demented cop routine maybe? "So, what's your magic type?" She asked curiously.

"You mean Ander hasn't shown you how to identify stolen magic through the crystal's aura yet?" Dremmick asked casually.

"No, I mean, he has, but... I just haven't perfected it yet," she admitted, blushing slightly. She then let go of her staff and let it float horizontally so that she could sit sideways on it, hand holding onto either side of the staff and his power crystal floating in front of her. "Is it a cool rare one? Or something half the realm has?"

"Please don't give it back to him yet," Dremmick interrupted again, sitting and leaning against the bars of the cell.

"C'mon, that was forever ago, let it go! Haha Sorry about that, I normally don't get to ask the questions," Terra said turning her attention back to the man.