Claus was seated at the desk in his home - the building he used for teaching students in the village about magic and the artes. He'd always been a man of his studies, often taking interest in herbs, or things like staves or grimoires - anything to bring the use of magic to the human race when they were naturally incapable of producing it themselves.

"What if.. We could tie magic to weapons?" He wondered aloud with a sigh, leaning back and running a hand through his bangs, pushing his hat off onto the lamp atop his desk.