Ryteb looked up to the sky, and stuck out his hand. Flames erupted in the shape of a fox, which began running about the young mage's body. It helped the boy to have something to focus on, to take himself out from the complexities of the world. Honestly, the thing about the multiple worlds made sense, but then he was a student of Thaumaturgy, the study of wonders. It was the human things, the people he was supposed to work with, that confused him.

"I... can't accept darkness." the youth said, as the fox began to race through the air, "And I despise anyone who would let the darkness permeate their being. So I hate Drake, I hate Retsam..." 'and I hate myself' he added under his breath. Underneath his robe, his arm rippled. It was a slight increase, but the darkness had increased again.

"But enough about that... what's this tek-no-loggy you speak of?" he quipped, "And why is your magic so backwards? Honestly, I never thought that the other worlds would be so ancient that they had to rely on these... toys."