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Zach stood a bit rigidly as he listened to the girl, more out of habit than anything else. What exactly was a 'Rarkel'? Some kind of spirit? No, it seemed like it was talking to her at that very moment; if a spirit were present he'd at least be catching a trace of it with his blindfold. Zach's face shifted from polite passivity to vague disdain. Oh, she was a [i]warlock[/i]. And not one that sounded very 'in control' of her situation. This demon was probably playing her like a fiddle. 

[color=ffff00]"I was just curious about the applications into my own magic,"[/color] Zach started, a bit more tersely than before, [color=ffff00]"I thought I had a spell that worked with nature spirits the same way. Guess I was mistaken."[/color] He was hesitant to compare anything in his arsenal to a demon's handiwork, and he doubted this girl even knew how that spell worked herself. It would be pointless to conjecture about the similarities of the two techniques any further.

He easily slipped into a more lighthearted tone when he responded to her second inquiry, [color=ffff00]"As for the blindfold... this'll probably sound a bit ironic, but I kinda need it to see. Sort of."[/color] Not [i]technically[/i] false; while he was quite capable of seeing without it, it just helped him see [i]better[/i]. And if he'd conveniently left out the details of it letting him see mana, so be it. No need to tell a warlock too much about his tricks.

Zach then turned to Richard as the other boy seemed to be making a spectacle out of inspecting him, holding his gloved arm forward toward the blond. His owl, which had been more or less still beforehand, obediantly made its way down his arm to rest on the falconeer's glove, tilting its head from side to side as it began to inspect Richard in turn. The Witchhunter's Sight easily betrayed that the book Richard was carrying had at least some kind of magical properties, though the blindfolded boy couldn't tell what without seeing his spellwork in action. Maybe it was some kind of focus or a magic lock to prevent theft.

[color=ffff00]"He's real. I'm Zachary, and this is Sirocco. We're both very pleased to meet you."[/color] Zach answered in a much more jovial tone. Sirocco continued staring - he didn't look very pleased. Or... very anything. He was a pretty stoic owl. 

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