Rhychard’s gaze bounced between Renny and Pux, not sure what he had just walked into or what he was accused of. “What did I do?”
“But he doesn’t have the magic,” Famallumi said, as he left his spot near the wall, walking over to the table. “Only a Lore Master can do such a feat.”
Pux cocked his tiny head to the left, staring at the elf. “Elven arrogance. Are you calling me a liar? You’re not the only one who has magic, you know. Plenty of the Seelie have powers; they just don’t go around showing them off like you do.”
“But I don’t have power,” Rhychard said. “I have the Guardian Sword. That’s it.”
“That was the beginning. You are a Warrior of the Way. Once you gripped that sword, it’s power was yours to wield just as you do the sword.” Pux shrugged. “I thought you would know this already. Did you not complete the Brintohar?”