Caleb nods as he jots down notes. "My world sees magic the same way. It's there and with training anyone can touch it, but some magics are for those with particular talents. Rogues use stealth, cleric's healing, bards music, druids nature and wizards like me use one of the four elements." He pauses a moment at the mention of any sort of loss. Caleb knows loss well...it's an old and dear friend.

He swallows hard. "My element is fire."