The dark mage's ecstatic expression never faded as he finally got his breathing back under control again, the air in his lungs no longer coming out in wheezing gasps. He gave Lumara's suggestion a second or two to sink in before Logan stood bolt upright and stared longingly at the wyvern, voicing his concerns under his breath as if to reconfirm that he had them all. [b]"...need to reconvene with the blonde mage...he promises to be able to give me knowledge if I stick around him long enough...however, I can learn many things from this wyvern, and Lumara has some... interesting allies...Therefore-"[/b] The dark-haired spellcaster looked over to Lumara before continuing in a normal tone of voice. [b]"-I accept! This allows allows me a higher chance to study your wonderful companion, and probably offers better protection than the shady man that the blonde mage seemed to be recruiting."[/b] There was a moment's pause before his expression shifted ever so slightly, his now-hardened gaze scything through the air as the smile spread into something more akin to a demonic grimace. [b]"And I'm a mage, Lumara, My study also requires me to be upon the battlefield more often than not, and the thrill, as you say, isn't... lost on me."[/b] 

The deadly mirth faded as quickly as it had come, the alcohol taking the edge of his words as he looked around for the tankard he'd taken from the main floor of the tavern, finding it(to his dull surprise) still clutched in his grasp, before taking a small swig and then proffering it to the Wyvern Lord. [b]"You seem to be missing yours."[/b]