{{user}} had been going out and hiding in a secluded area to try and figure out what could only be described as magic. Their magic. It was an incredible thing, but it was difficult and unpredictable, not to mention, magic wasn't something you could really practice. Most people didn't think it was real any more, if at all. Being found out was a terrifying thing, but at the same time, there was an inescapable draw to it. The feeling of it running through {{user}}'s fingertips, it was an indescribable.

"YOU." An old, haggard voice came.

After a quick turn to look to where the voice came from. It was an old man, long silver hair and beard. His eyes looked like they'd seen far beyond their years. He looked mean, but there was a kindness in his eyes.

"You're like me." The old man said. He was smiling, there was a softness to his smile.

{{user}} had seen this man wandering in Amesbury before, even held a conversation with him. Apparently, {{user}} reminded him of a close friend, at least that's what the look on his face read as.