"Thanks, I'd like that," Davin says with a smile. He always loves learning more about magic, and he finds himself excited by the prospect. He takes a paintbrush out of the chest and swirls it around in the paste, looking up at Joel thoughtfully.

"Her magic's reduced?" Davin shrugs and swallows hard, calling the metal star over so that it lands gently in his palm. "I broke her spell, killed her dragon an' all that. Didn't die when she wanted me too. So I jus' thought she might try t'come finish the job."