"Okay... so I am safe, but should let you know that I am half-human, half-vampire. Comes with a bunch of physical upgrades. In addition to that I have magical power, we call it witchcraft, that lets me do some metamagic manipulation."

"Vampire..." He repeats, glancing to Heri and Kenta, "That's an earth legend, right? Something about... blood drinking, and bursting into flames in sunlight, and, uh... garlic?" That can't be right.

"Right... basically, the only thing that the legends got right is that we drink blood. Well, technically the word was originally used for an unrelated folklore monster. I can eat regular food being only half vampire."

"Well, that's..." He pushes the thought of blood drinking aside, "Anyway. What kind of metamagic? Also, hi, I'm Tobir Tisik, this is my brother Heri Osian and our cousin Kenta, who hasn't picked a jobname yet." 

"Jobname? Like Smith or something? I am Temple. I can do things to people's magic after I have observed them long enough. Making their powers work differently, or even taking or swapping pieces."

"Second names in the country we were born in are chosen based on our jobs, usually. Or aspirations. Mine means 'wheel', Heri's means 'equal share'. Can you do stuff to any kind of magic? Can you mess with ours?" He motions between himself and Heri. Maybe he can tell them something they don't know about the twin powers.

"Our parents figured out how to give us the twin magic, but didn't write down all it could do."

"It takes hours to get any noticeable result. But witchcraft is personality based. So, I would be interested and should be able to at least inform you anything you don't know."

"Personality-based? I guess you must really like magic, then? Or are just generally curious. Should we use the powers so you can get a, um, 'look', at them?"

"Yes, yes I do. Using your powers might help, but I want to know what else you have." He waves at the bag with all their crystals. "You have a lot of magic in there."

"Sure, I guess," he shrugs, looking to Heri to see if he agrees.

"Most of the magic we do is with crystals, really. Our twin powers aren't useful as often. Here," he offers his arm to Temple, revealing his inner wrist as it's replaced with red-streaked-with-black crystal, "That's my personal enhanced crystal - everyone can make one, and they have unique powers. It lets anyone who has a copy of it create portals. Besides the enhanced ones, you can also use crystal magic to make copies of stuff if you crystalize them completely." He's probably welcome to take a look at the ones in the bag, assuming they're all okay with this.

They are okay with this. They can explain what each crystal is able to do. And even do a practical presentation of the duplication effect.

Temple is fascinated. "Okay... I want to learn this magic and figure yours out. It might be a good idea to rent a room or at least go outside for it?"

He shrugs, "That sounds like a reasonable repayment for all the help?" He looks to the other two, "Let's rent a room?" He suggests as well, "We'll probably need one, anyway, if we're planning to stick around for a little while." 

"Okay, let's grab some hair dye too. I guess we will need three sets, black, red and purple." He stands up to do those things.

And once Things have been gathered, upstairs they go.

And shortly after they leave, downstairs come the four amentan kids, fresh from the shower. Sefoni peers around at the people in the bar room, noticing that Erandur has left while they were upstairs. 

"Oh, that's too bad... I thought of some more questions about the plants," she sighs. "I can just figure them out myself, though, I think." She decides, putting the issue out of mind. 

"People just come and go. And we can always talk to someone else?"

"Yeah," she sighs again, but does look around at the other patrons.

At a nearby table a conspicuously magical woman sits, poking at what looks like a holographic representation of a palace of some sort. Or, maybe not a palace. Certainly a very large building with a lot of gorgeously decorated rooms, though. She seems to glow with an inner light, flickering and flaring and wreathing her form in an aura of golden fire, but the chair she's sitting on seems unburnt.

Ooooh, Tepam aproaches. "Are you magical? What is that? What are you doing? Also, hi!"

She looks down at her, unsurprised by her approach, "Hello," she greets in return, smiling, and then proceeds to answer her questions in reverse order. "I'm working on my next project. This is one of my more useful powers, the ability to project the images I imagine into the air and manipulate them. I am, in fact, very magical." 

"What kind of magical?" Mika asks, coming up beside Tepam and peering at the image on the table. It's very pretty.

"I am The Architect," she answers, "The goddess of Architecture, patron of the hearth and home. My powers are those needed to grant my followers' prayers, and create homes for those without them." 

Can you make homes anywhere? Or build them really, really tall?"