The Abilities of a Weird Mage

It was dusk near Yukiat, and the purple sky that gleamed on the ocean horizon was the sign that autumn had arrived.

"It's been a while since I've been to this region at this time of year. The good part is that this grove has some of the best mushrooms for various types of potions on the entire continent." Zhanid commented, but when he looked back, he realized that Klaus was just watching the rustle of dry leaves on the tops of the trees. "Can you imagine the reason for that?"

As if returning from a mind trip, Luke quickly shook his head. 

Though his mind was far away, he was hearing the matter at a glance. He always listened to all the side issues, even on busy streets, that's how he survived so long in the Undercity of Oukiwa.