He listened sullenly to Drake's speech, which he said with a quivering voice, distraught and devestated. Despite this, his ears pricked up at the sound of his leader and friend's newfound magic. Being the only Mage within Arrowhead, it was rather exciting to be able to revel and speak with someone over the arcane arts. "Of course," he nodded, and stepped forward to Drake. "What type of magic?"