Power

Majvoc gave the old man a withering stare and made to walk past him. The others were a way behind and they must be nearing the entrance by now. He had in mind to lose the others for a time once free of the caverns.

Something made him stop and look back at Kespin. The crazy old fool was picking toadstools out of the rock and nibbling on the odd fungus before shoving them into his pack and pockets. If he carried on the old fool would be as high as a kite, or dead.

A thought struck him then. Kespin was a man that was clear, not a trace of elf or dwarf in him yet he had used magic, he knew something of power.

"What you did back there...."where did you learn that?"