[Heels strike stone. The noise echoes down the corridors - filling him with unwanted nostalgia for hearing the same sound back home. Thoughts ruminate and dwell in the past. He needs a moment of silence before lining words into some semblance of fashion.]

Incantations, conjuration and manipulating the natural world, I must say. Magic has been my interest since I was a boy. I was afforded a comfortable scholarship to study at a kingdom steeped in the tradition.

[Though his heart had set on other passions. He speaks dispassionately about the subject and shows little emotion.]

Not that I claim mastery over every form. It became perfectly clear I knew nothing about mending wounds and curing illness.

[He falls quiet a moment.]

Always thought my kingdom could benefit from more healers, I must say.

[Nothing related to Mordegon. Nothing too revealing about being inhuman. This man has little reason to know of either.]