Considering all that he'd learned, Ghent remained fairly calm until magic was mentioned. "[i]No way.[/i]" Mouth agape, he looked towards Drust for his confirmation. Elayra didn't strike him as the type to lie, but he was more willing to believe the overly-serious knight. "You're not pulling my leg, right? I have magic?" 
	Ghent had believed their story up until now. While he hadn't batted an eye at the mention of the Red Sorceress, he couldn't envision [i]himself[/i] with this type of power. For Ghent, life had been average at best. Aside from being found in the woods as a toddler, nothing out of the ordinary happened, and each day seemed to mimic the one before it. If his father's magic had been passed down, life was about to get a lot more interesting. 

	As Elayra offered him her hand, Ghent took notice of her expression. Reading people was something Ghent specialized in, and he had a feeling he hadn't made the best impression thus far. In all fairness, Ghent couldn't blame their lack of faith in him; the feeling of doubt was only too prevalent in his life, and he often doubted himself. Tripping over the same slide twice hadn't done his image any favors, either. This was a chance to prove them wrong, and this was a chance to find his parents.
	"Yeah, okay. Since you asked so nicely," with a light smirk, Ghent shook Elayra's hand once to confirm his alliance, and then a thought struck him.
	"What are you guys to me, anyway? Are we related?" Even though Ghent's adoptive family had plenty of relatives, he wondered if his real parents had any brothers or sisters. If Ghent shared blood with his new comrades, he wanted to know. "Can I call you Uncle Drust or what?"