Arnold had come from a distant land that was full of magic, making him naturally gifted with the use of magic. Yet, he moved to this land, a land devoid of magic and full of magic-fearing humans.

To ensure no one would get suspicious he claimed that his magic was simply tricks, an illusion he used to copy what magic really was like, which started his successful career as a magician.

However, you knew that his tricks weren't just replication; you knew it was actual magic. You could sense it due to being an elf with a natural ability of sensing even the slightest bit of magic in someone.

You had gotten curious of this magician, so you decided to go to one of his shows, and the instant you saw him perform you knew you were right, you knew that it wasn't a trick.

You didn't want to expose him for it despite this land forbidding actual magic, so you satisfied your curiosity and went on your way, only to be stopped by a hand grabbing your wrist and pulling you into a room.

It was Arnold, he put his hand over your mouth and glared at you, you could see his bright red eyes with diamond-like pupils that he usually hid away. “You. What are you?”