Jack squints back at being called shrewd, unsure if it's genuine or if Eliot thinks that it's a telling question for a pirate to ask.
The explanation that Eliot gives is interesting, but seems purposely vague. He'd like to learn more about all of this, but maybe that's too much to ask for right away. Most of all he'd like to ask if he could learn Eliot's kind of magic. If Darrow is magical and Eliot's sort of magic is a field of study, it should be possible, but maybe being from a place without magic means that he'll always be unable to perform it.
The list of uses isn't particularly impressive until Eliot gets to crime and battle magic. Those, he could use.
"Oh." He reaches out and takes the other half of the tart. He'd thought that Eliot had wanted it for himself, but he's happy to try it. He takes a bite and hums in approval. It's been a while since he's eaten anything with apples as an ingredient, and it feels weirdly comforting. Maybe it's just that it's good to eat something that feels like real food.
"It's very good, thank you." He takes another bite and savors it for a moment before continuing on. "So...your college," He sets the tart down and lifts his hand to his mouth to suck a bit of stray crystallized sugar off of the pad of his thumb. "what was it that you were actually studying to be? What does a mage do?" The corner of his lips lifts into a restrained smile. "I doubt it's crime."
"Well," he amends, "I suppose it depends on the nature of the crimes, but generally a degree is not required."
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The explanation that Eliot gives is interesting, but seems purposely vague. He'd like to learn more about all of this, but maybe that's too much to ask for right away. Most of all he'd like to ask if he could learn Eliot's kind of magic. If Darrow is magical and Eliot's sort of magic is a field of study, it should be possible, but maybe being from a place without magic means that he'll always be unable to perform it.
The list of uses isn't particularly impressive until Eliot gets to crime and battle magic. Those, he could use.
"Oh." He reaches out and takes the other half of the tart. He'd thought that Eliot had wanted it for himself, but he's happy to try it. He takes a bite and hums in approval. It's been a while since he's eaten anything with apples as an ingredient, and it feels weirdly comforting. Maybe it's just that it's good to eat something that feels like real food.
"It's very good, thank you." He takes another bite and savors it for a moment before continuing on. "So...your college," He sets the tart down and lifts his hand to his mouth to suck a bit of stray crystallized sugar off of the pad of his thumb. "what was it that you were actually studying to be? What does a mage do?" The corner of his lips lifts into a restrained smile. "I doubt it's crime."
"Well," he amends, "I suppose it depends on the nature of the crimes, but generally a degree is not required."