"Dwarf Magic?" Lynch tilted his head in thought, "Can you show me what your magic looks like?"
"I can't, but my uncle Moni is quite a good spellcaster," Nimo said, proudly pointing to his uncle.
"Actually, I'm not a genuine spellcaster either. I can't fully guarantee when magic will work or when it might fail. Moreover, my magic can only create some relatively simple little gadgets, like a piece of wood or a few iron nails. But I can't transform larger or more complex things; for example, I can't produce something the size of a table. Today, I'll give it a try; I should still be able to use a spell once."
Moni cleared a small space on the dining table by quickly moving several plates to one side, then suspended his right hand above the table, with five fingers naturally hanging down. With his other hand, he retrieved some golden powder from his pocket, pinching it over the table while muttering incantations with closed eyes.