Captain Theren watched the young Sylph woman work from his place hidden in the shadows of a particularly dark corner. He'd been watching her for many days now. He was convinced that she was a mage of some sort, but he hadn't quite been able to figure it out. And he knew this because he constantly watched her with his own ability. By focusing his magic into his eyes, he could see that magic actually existed in every person. But most didn't know it existed, and of those that did, very few knew how to control it. This woman did seem to know how to use magic, but for the life of him, he could not determine the results. He had seen her magic well up in her head, mingle and change... somehow, then get pushed out through her hands into various objects, before coming back, yet again changed. 

This made her quite interesting to him. His own magic was known to a select few of his superiors, and they put him in charge of a new, special company. It was not near the standard company size of 125 people, but it could be one day. The few knights whose magic had been discovered had been put into this company, roughly ten strong currently. She was trained as a scribe, so she could certainly be of use. The main problem though, was that she wasn't a Knight. And it looked like it would take a couple of years at least to make her physically strong enough to be a proper knight. 

But the knights did occasionally employ civilian specialists. Perhaps that would interest her. The amount of sighing and gloominess she'd expressed lately made him think that she was bored with her lot in life, and he couldn't blame her. Knights had more paperwork than any other employer, and most dreaded it. He knew he did. He'd even heard that Kalim in Silent Rise had once tried to cripple a messenger that was bringing him a stack of backlogged paperwork. Crazy Katzheer.

Deciding enough was enough, Theren flicked off his magic empowered vision, now seeing the less vivid colors of the mundane world. His footsteps were completely silent, not from magic, but years of practice, as he moved behind her. His breath silent and held, he leaned down just as she relaxed her wings, his face just behind her ear. Smiling, as he prepared his body to move quite rapidly out of a reactive attack. Whispering lightly, [color=ed1c24][i][b]"A woman as smart as you should do more than copying others' work."[/b][/i][/color]

He quickly skipped back, expecting some sort of flail or startle, looking at her with his crimson eyes. He was not in the Ebonsteel armor, for he left that at home, preferring dark leathers. His captain sash on wrapped around his left arm was bright crimson, and a pair of swords hung from both hips, though peacetied. Theren knew they were alone, so he decided to be blunt, [color=ed1c24][i][b]"I want to know what your magic does. I know you can use it, so don't bother lying."[/b][/i][/color]