"Not really," Lloyd says. "I mean, I guess he could be if he wanted to, but he's actually a smith." He holds out his arm so Opal can get a good look at the buttons. "See? He made all these buttons himself! My swords, too, and a lot of other things. He's the best I know at what he does." Pride shines through in every one of those words.

With a startled look, he straightens up, looking at the air. "Wait, so that's you? I didn't even see you start to cast." No glow of mana, no chant, just wind. And not only that... "Wow, you're really good at this if you can keep it going this long!" He's used to seeing short, sharp blasts, quick spells that don't drain someone's mana.