Cassimir returned to unpack the remainder of his gear, or at least what he needed for the first match. However other things were on his mind presently. That magic had been something he was not accustomed to and it made him reconsider some things. He decided he was more unaware of the world than he had thought.

Fire had always been a part of his life, it kept him warm at night, it let him see in the dark, it even made meat taste better. He had made fire many ways, but he had never seen it come from the air itself. It was, beautiful, if fire could be such a thing. He wished he could learn how to do that one day.

He prepared for the event, hoping not to be interrupted once more, he had enough on his mind as it was.