Magic, he says, mages, he says, and the room's darkness retracts slightly--it's still dim, his power still in effect, but the other can at least see better. Not that he has to, with that green flame. An interesting colour. An interesting man.

"Impressive. Is it always that colour, Mr...?" He's fishing for an introduction, brow raised, though his gaze is more on the little bit of flame. The fact that he needs a staff is just as intriguing.