Logan ran over the information in his head. This man had good sense, and good sense was always a scarce rarity. Perhaps it would be beneficial to stick with this one a while, at least till he found out all that this other mage possessed. The suggestion to join the army seemed a little off, but it was something to file away for a rainy day. "War is brewing, although it seems more of an extermination if the slaughter of the Shepherds are anything to go by. I'd like to have met them before they all disappeared. A pity." His mind drifted slightly to the promised land of glowing tomes and power. It seemed almost legendarily unreachable.
In the midst of Logan's musings, the other man pulled out the most brilliant yellow tome that Logan had laid eyes on before. "That must be a... Thoron tome, correct? Interesting, interesting! How wonderful!" The dark mage reached into his own coat, first dropping the nearly spent Dying Blaze tome, its distinctive smell and strangely warm aura drawing the senses even more than its deep red color. He rummaged around a bit more, before his smile expanded once more into a grin, his eyes twinkling and his voice excited. "Not just any dark tome, my new found friend, I have something truly rare and interesting. It is..." Logan's hands moved quickly as he drew out the Mire tome in nearly pristine condition, the black on purple cover seeming to devour the light around it. "A Mire tome. An avid application of the dark arts, I've not seen a spell like it in today's day and age." He glanced at Laius, and his grin again faded to a more kindly and less terrifying state. "I would like to study this for a time, so perhaps we shall be companions on the road for a while. I am Logan, a Plegian mage and student of elder magic. It is a pleasure to meet you, mage."