An eyebrow rose at the mention of trust and when it should be given. He especially thought it odd that Aoren would say not to give him trust. Everyone was different, though, which would only be more clear as his new friend continued to speak. Pulren could only shake his head and grin. Was everyone he knew a Wizard? Was Zeltiva populated by them completely?
Wait. Now, he was one too? That was the gas that enveloped him at the end of the fight? She had perhaps won in her final throes. Pulren couldn't really respond much, only listen and absorb the knowledge as he had apparently absorbed magic and the ability to use it. His mind was all over the place. Gestures, meditation, discipline, focus. A Wizard's life wasn't an easy one, but it didn't sound like it strayed too far from one of a warrior. Aoren was apparently a bit of both, so Pulren felt it was best to listen more and talk less. But all of a sudden, it seemed that it was time for him to speak.
Stopping, the realization of the change in his life becoming more fixed and permanent, Pulren looked this man in the ye who had just told him not to trust him. "Is meditation what you were doing up on the rock when I walked up;? If I think about it, I would say I would do something with my hands, but I don't even understand how it forms or what is involved. Can I just make any element come out? I know Rick used water. How do I know?" He looked clearly troubled as he started to pace a bit. The barking of the dog distracted him, a singular thought coming into his mind.
"If I shouldn't trust so easily, why should I believe that you are a Wizard and you can show me anything?"
Wait. Now, he was one too? That was the gas that enveloped him at the end of the fight? She had perhaps won in her final throes. Pulren couldn't really respond much, only listen and absorb the knowledge as he had apparently absorbed magic and the ability to use it. His mind was all over the place. Gestures, meditation, discipline, focus. A Wizard's life wasn't an easy one, but it didn't sound like it strayed too far from one of a warrior. Aoren was apparently a bit of both, so Pulren felt it was best to listen more and talk less. But all of a sudden, it seemed that it was time for him to speak.
Stopping, the realization of the change in his life becoming more fixed and permanent, Pulren looked this man in the ye who had just told him not to trust him. "Is meditation what you were doing up on the rock when I walked up;? If I think about it, I would say I would do something with my hands, but I don't even understand how it forms or what is involved. Can I just make any element come out? I know Rick used water. How do I know?" He looked clearly troubled as he started to pace a bit. The barking of the dog distracted him, a singular thought coming into his mind.
"If I shouldn't trust so easily, why should I believe that you are a Wizard and you can show me anything?"