Looking up at Quinn a bit, she made eye contact for a second before her eyes went back down to the bar.

“…what’s your name?”
Threyn asked softly, trying to figure out why this woman was helping her.
Did the light, flowy clothes really aid her this quickly?

Threyn looked confused.

“A fey…?”
She knows of fey magic, but how could a non-fey learn it…

She then frowned.
“How… How did they teach you?”

There was a surprisingly strong magical aura from the fairly inconspicuous looking elf, which might explain the amount of pressure from her spell.

“I-… I need travel supplies…”
Threyn would admit softly.

Generally Lady Ironwood would take care of her supplies, but this time she was supposed to get her own supplies.
She also wasn’t used to strangers being… helpful, at least of their own accord.

—was surprisingly strong, especially since she casted without any sort of verbal, somatic or material components.

Her brows furrowed, her eyes flashed with a pink glow for a second and Fire could feel the pressure of a truth spell trying to work its way into her brain.

“Who taught you…”
Threyn’s demeanor shifted after she casted the spell, seemingly a lot more confident, her voice not as meek.
The elf’s magic—

Taken aback as she turned around, Threyn took a half step back.
For a split second she considered running, before she turned back to Fire.

“Your… Your magic…”
Her voice was not as resolute as someone might expect after following for so long.
“How did you learn it…”
Her eyes show only determination.

“N-… No…”
Threyn took another sip of her mead, before a soft sigh escaped her and she hung her head low.

“…maybe… I’m… not familiar with this place.”
Quinn might notice that the girl is quite nervous afterall, but there’s more to her, something hidden…

The elf smelled quite nice, some kind of fruity scent, she seemed to possibly be even more well-off than it seems.

“I’m uhh… Picking up supplies… was told this district was a good place to look…”
Her shyness was unusual for someone who might be this wealthy, doesn’t seem stuck-up at all…

Threyn would shift aside a bit, turning her head in Quinn’s direction but her eyes stayed down.

“Just… Passing through…”
She responded, her voice barely audible over the crowd.
As the mead is put in front of her, she grabs the cup and sips it.

—
It did seem different for Threyn however.

Her demeanor, while polite, seemed awfully shy before this speech, especially given the intricacy of the magic she had used so far.

“For further demonstrations, I do require your consent, as manipulation magic also involves… commands…”

—
“Manipulation magic is based on the level of control the wielder of it exhibits.”
Threyn says, a glowing hand appearing in front of Fiona’s chest, pushing lightly to urge her to sit down.

“This has lead to the reputation of manipulation mages being cocky, as confidence is a form of control…”
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