De nodded to cassandra, "I can bet if we were to have a match, we'd have an' equal chance of beating each other. But this talk of poisons seems interesting, better to have it and not need it than to need it and not have it..but perhaps on your leisure you could teach me the how to identify the poisonous plants of this region.. Just so that i know.." De smiled lightly under his mustache. In this moment a wave of light came over him and suddenly the aches of his body that had arisen from the trek over to this place had disappeared. His mass of hair bent under the gust of light and as the spell dissipated, De watched the light magic that swirled around him disappear. It was beautiful but it left De not really knowing what to do with himself afterwards. He stood with some tension like a kid afraid of stage fright and now the spot light was set on his single, tiny insignificant body. The problem was that De was so used to the simple concepts of whether or not something was actually there. He had grown up dealing with physical objects that he can see and since he can actually see these physical objects, that is what he has to work with. To De, a sheep is a sheep and it isn't anything else because it doesn't need to be anything else. It will always be a sheep from life till death. 

But magic is something strange and unknown. If magic were a constant physical thing with it's own shape and form, then De would not have a problem with it. But because magic appears to come from nothing and because it comes in many forms, De remains unsure. 
He gave a few looks over himself to make sure that he was still the same as he was before and so far, everything seemed to be in order. He gave a few looks around and saw that everyone else seemed to be completely at ease. They trusted it. 
So he swallowed his anxiety for now and followed the herd (so to speak) further down the hallway without another word.