They were not ignorant of magic, not like Beric. These men dealt with the Ministry of Magic in the capital, working on matters of state. They knew exactly what that sudden flash of light meant.
Molyn and his companions stared at Ian, mouths slightly agape. The silence was broken only by Romandro's hiccup.
"Hic- So, you… you're…"
"A wielder of magic, they call people like me," Ian confirmed.
"But… when…?"
"I don't know. It's a power that's always been with me, a natural part of who I am."
This was a disaster. Molyn pressed a hand to his forehead, his fingers as dry and brittle as twigs. The vision he'd seen before hadn't been an illusion. Mack and Dgor, equally stunned, covered their mouths in shock.
"For now, I can only sense and release the flow of mana. But one day, I hope to be of service to Bariel."