"So there is magic in this place... It has the feel of powerful magics, but I had no idea what to make of anything in the little time between walking in and actually processing my surroundings. While I'm not familiar with the Trollan, it is an honor to share names with you."

Lysandra is well aware of the power of names, especially from even the slightly Fey. All the same, she abandons some of her reservations and takes his hand to shake. His bones stick out to her the most. Only a weak body would feel that way, warm as the blood might be.

"My magic is in my mind, for the most part. I'm a builder. If it can be drawn, if I can take it apart, if I even so much as look at something, I'll figure out how to create it with my own two hands. Nothing in the world is too large or tiny for me to make, given the right tools."