Drust snorted at Ghent’s less-than-encouraging stammering to his miniature lecture.
	“Veeery reassuring, Featherhead,” Elayra sighed out, voicing both her and Drust’s thoughts.
	The man’s eye twitched in response to his younger charge. Ignoring the girl, his gaze followed the boy as Ghent stood.
	He hesitated for just a moment when Ghent reached for the staff, but relinquished it to him. With the deadly weapon now in inexperienced hands, Drust took a cautious step back, placing enough space between him and Ghent to act against an idiot’s experimental swing.
	The only one left sitting, Elayra watched the weapon exchange hands. She puffed out a breath through her nose and forced her gaze back to the fire. All the same, she kept Ghent in her peripherals, Drust’s worry of an ill-placed movement echoed in her expression.
	A voice grumbled in her head against the fairness of it, of him getting such a blade. Sure, it made sense—a well enchanted weapon for the only true magic-user of their group—but still. He was more liable to cut his own head off than an opponent’s. She, on the other hand, could run circles around him, disarm him in a the expanse of a blink.
	She grit her teeth. With an annoyed breath, she raised her water skin to her mouth as if its lukewarm contents could drown her woes.
	Drust snorted at Ghent’s attempt at pulling the shaft apart. 
	“He fought with it once. To try it out.” Another smirking almost-smile ghosted his lips. “Your combat training begins tomorrow night. For now, try to connect with it. The magic stored in it has been long dormant. But you should be capable of drawing it out. Find it. As you did with the world’s magic.
	“It'll be easier to command than the world’s magic. Once you connect with it. You’ll know you’ve made a connection when you can will it to pull apart. You’ll find its name when you’ve gained its trust. Find its name, and its powers will merge with yours.”
	“It’s a vinifcium staff,” Elayra guessed, her words stiffer with envy than she had wanted. She scowled at her voice's betrayal.
	Drust nodded. “Hatter’s enchantments played a part in its forging. Making it a vinifcium staff. Vinifcium weapons develop unpredictable abilities. And can grow along with their wielder. But worry about that later. Unless you have more questions, get to it.” He jerked his head toward the bladed staff.