Kelsier turned to Miles. "Well, that was interesting." He said. Miles nodded, "Something about that one with the eye patch just...didn't feel right." "I know what you mean." Kelsier replied. He turned and frowned at in the direction the two girls went. "She is probably a necromancer of some sort. And the other one was a strong fire-mage." Miles shot him a look, "Wait, this is the part where you astound me with some mystical bullshit reason that explains how you found out." Kelsier gave him a slightly rueful smile. "Yeah, necromancer's magic can be felt in their aura, something about messing with the dead tends to leave a mark. Eyepatch had shown every sign of it. Redhead was obvious, nothing short of a fire-mage could make, survive, and snuff out a fire that quickly. Speaking of fire," Kelsier said thoughtfully, "Its a shame about the mess here. Maybe I can fix it." Miles looked surprised, "I thought you said you can't manipulate certain objects." "That was three years ago, this is now." He closed his eyes and breathed in and out, slowly gathering his magic and concentrating. Miles watched on in astonishment. The burned bed and part of the tent slowly unburned, the fire winked back into existence, but the flames burned downward and shrank instead of growing. Soon the bed and the tent looked like it had before it had burst into flames, complete with the blankets arranged like someone was sleeping under them. With a sigh, Kelsier relapsed the magic and surveyed the results. As soon as he stopped, normal time resumed and the blankets fell flat. "Incredible." Miles breathed "That's something you don't see every day." Kelsier stretched and started walking out of the tent "Come on, lets go." He said. Miles shook his head and followed him out.