Off the side of the road, a small crowd had gathered around a man clad in blue who seemed to be trying to sell them something.

“Greetin's, ladies and gentlemen! The name's Martyn, and today I present to you a wonder of the New World. I call it ‘blue magic!’” He began, dramatically launching into an extensive spiel.

“Beyond the Indigo Deep live the Whalaqee, who have their own unique brand of spellcastin'. Like black and white magic, it draws on aether from our surroundin's, but that's where the similarities end, my friends.”

“I'm sure you've all seen wild creatures lashin' out with fire, ice, and what have you. It's a form of self-defense, see, but it's still magic. The Whalaqee discovered how to harness aether in the same way, and wield the forces of nature.”

“‘But how!?’ I hear you cry. It's simple! You have to attune your mind to the instincts of the beast! When a creature is driven to attack, you can see into its soul. When you overcome it in battle, you absorb some of its aether and make its power your own! Course, it's not as easy as pickin' fights with the local wildlife. But my Whalaqee mentors taught me well, and now it's my turn to teach you!”

“Now before anyone asks why it's called ‘blue’ magic, let me tell you. For the Whalaqee, this color holds special meanin'. Sacred, even. And seein' as this ain't white or black magic, it seemed like the perfect fit.”

“I suppose you're all also wonderin' what you need to become a blue mage like me.” Here he grinned. He had his audience’s attention, now it was time to make his pitch. “Well, for starters, you'll be wantin' one of these─a soul crystal. And don't forget a specially designed outfit to help you look the part! I'll even throw in one of these spellbooks, personally penned by yours truly, containin' everythin' you need to know about learnin' blue magic. I've got enough for all of you, but you'd better snap them up before it's too late!”