Deepwood Weald and every day, I'd add another stone to keep you safe

Damien's life had been spent surrounded by seers and magick adepts, so it was no surprise to him to find out about the possibility of Marruz sharing said ability. Potema, Damien's sister and with whom he had most likely spent the longest time in company, had been a talented seer, and his own mother, Meldresi Melonii, and the one that had started all of this was perhaps the most skilled witch of his lifetime, but sadly none of their supernatural skills had rubbed off on him. Damien was chained to the mortal world and there was nothing to do about it, but he understood how things worked.

Sadly, no. he admitted plainly, holding his stare on Marruz. But I've been around seers and witches my entire life. he added, not expecting the information to shock anyone. We have a vacancy for a listener, perhaps you'd like to test your skills for it? Damien suggested, honestly hoping that Marruz could impress him with his supposed ability. Still, the boy was young and Damien knew he would most likely have what it took to earn himself such a prestigious eat, but if he proved to be talented at least his new subordinates had some potential. Things like those could be worked upon, and that was what Damien was trying to achieve with what he was building here in the Weald.