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[i][color=c1ba46]Peasant's clothing... sure is rough.[/color] [/i]

Alistair had done his best to pick out clothing that looked... acceptable for someone of his standing, but considering the clothes he was allowed to choose from, this was all but impossible. His wealthy upbringing had the boon of fine furs and designer clothing as a standard, so in reality, not even a nobleman's attire was going to please him. So, with an irritated sigh, he reluctantly chose one of the plain outfits and threw it on. At least his appearance might not stand out so much now, but he'd be keeping track of what he arrived in, and had these people attempting to steal from him, he'd make damn sure they paid tenfold. 

Still, it was likely for the best, as the house Alistair and the [s]NPCs[/s] others arrived in was, obviously, very unclean. It was also a lawsuit waiting to happen if the stitched up chair was anything to go by. The young, arrogant man would ensure that he did not become careless and trip. He wasn't sure if this place had the same illness as his home, but he figured the smartest action would be to not have to find out the hard way. 

Complaining about his situation now would get him nowhere, however, and once Alistair decided to do something, it was not often that said thing was not done to perfection. This house would be as clean as it could get... if he survived. 

Alistair did not desire to waste time without reason, and so he found himself tapping his foot on the floor impatiently while the rest of the cast decided to remain quiet. But he did not have to wait long, as Fritzi decided to get this job started with a sudden course in magic, which he did not realize he had. She discovered the 'gate' of the boxer, as well as the other person whom had joined them, and then turned to him. He wasn't sure exactly how strong 'water' and 'shadow' were, but it was apparently rare and he couldn't help but smirk at the obvious result --- that is, he was special. 

But he knew as much. It would be more interesting to try out this magic, to see just what he could do. But as he was about to utilize his power word, Huma, encouraged by Fritzi demonstration, the immediate area was onset by a cloud of darkness. Alistair instinctively tried to back away, but it turned out to be harmless. 

[color=c1ba46][i]So that's shadow? Strange, but potentially useful.[/i] [/color]

[b][color=peachpuff]”What's the matter guys? You're not scared are you? Or perhaps you're just a little distracted?”[/color][/b]

He realized he had been thinking for more than a brief second, as Fritzi began to tease him and the boxer. But it was difficult not to think how he could potentially use the magic against that knight that had dared to slay him. His revenge was at the forefront of his mind, after all. All of his actions should potentially lead him to a favorable outcome against her in battle, except of course when he repaid Doctor Donovan for his kindness. 

But first things first. 

[color=c1ba46]"I'm certainly capable of using it,"[/color] he replied to Fritzi's glare and, in his opinion, unnecessary comment. [color=c1ba46]"The word was Huma, right? Simple."[/color] 

As the girl left the room, Alistair turned his attention towards a nearby bucket. His first attempt at casting... he wouldn't fail it. He was destined for great things, so naturally, nothing should go wrong here. He took a deep breath and concentrated deeply, imagining the bucket filling with the blood of his sworn enemy, that damned knight. And a second later... 

He succeeded! As was obviously expected for someone like him. From his hand, he launched a steady stream, initially missing the bucket a bit, but with minor correction he was able to pour the majority of the water he created into the bucket, filling it up. [color=c1ba46]"That was simple enough,"[/color] he stated, with a hint of pride. [color=c1ba46]"...I wonder what else I'll be able to do..."[/color] his voice trailed off for a second before he then walked towards the bucket he filled and grabbed a cloth. [color=c1ba46]"There's no point in wasting time, lets get this done."[/color] so saying to the rest of his group, Alistair immediately got to work by first cleaning the small mess he made by missing the bucket.