"Not fair to take things," he says, his voice sly and teasing. He hasn't practiced either of these arts in a very long time. His sleight of hand shown this openly, or the sort of persona he put on while on the streets of Ketterdam to earn coin to invest in the path he took upward in the barrel.

He holds his hand up, just gloved fingers and nothing more, and then he waves his hand over hers and the coin is resting against the back of her hand.

"Here I am learning real magic here and I keep thinking about how different things might have been if I'd come by it naturally." He snorts as he says it. "I'd be in the Second Army," he says, shaking his head. Not sure if my family would have done what Jesper's did or not."