How You Say

-The Bramble Wood,
Very Near Jocelynn's Inn,
Early Morning, 1 DSTR-

Ponce turned to the one named Erik, part of him suprised he had let him slip past. Though, he was just in a swordfight, it was understandable that he wasn't exactly sightseeing at the time. Despite the creepy air he had about him, Ponce nodded. He then exhaled, as he felt finally in a position to let his guard down. An attack now felt...cheasy, so he doubted he would have to deal with one. All of the buzz about him was finally starting to fade.

Ignoring Ceriden momentarily, Ponce approached the glint he had seen earlier. On the ground lay Wren's blade, the metal of the blade itself was nearly white, Ponce had no idea what it was. The hilt was simple, and looked as if it had been fasion from stone, but had been smoothed to such an extent that it nearly looked unatural. The crossguard was angled upwards,and actual metal covered the top.

Through examining it, Ponce picked it up, quickly sheathing it to avoid potentially spooking anyone, before finally turning back to Ceriden.

"Vale. I am Ponce de Gezzadro, but simply Ponce is sufficient. My mother and I both had an extreme affinity for magic. When it isn't trying to off me, I find it quite mystifying."

He did a little bow, not being able to resist the temptation to do so, before turning to the right, arms crossed.

"You have already seen how...malicious...my magic can be, so if I were you I would keep that in mind. I understand that you are much more skilled than I am, but that does not mean that I am going to act like one of your thralls. No presionarlo, I know that I am in no position to make demands, but there are certain lines I will not cross."

He turned his head so that he could see Ceriden. Before the wizard cuold speak, he asked him one final question.

"So, what is this "Skeldergate", and why exactly do you want to go to it so badly? Or is that, how you say, overstepping?"