Tinker

While Alexei knew that his power had, somehow, managed to evolve he had no idea what any of the words his power had provided him with actually meant.

What he did know was that the new element he had access to had come from the stew he’d eaten in the morning.

“Do you have any of that stew left over?” Alexei asked.

“You’re thinking about food at a time like this?” The barkeep replied incredulously.

“How much do you know about Initiates?” Alexei said, “The ceremony is public, but I’ve never been clear on how much people actually know is going on.”

“The Administrar calls down the power of the Gods, gifting you with magical powers beyond that which any mage could hope to claim without assistance,” the barkeep said as if reading from a religious text.

“Exactly, and those magical powers vary from person to person, mine was… well… weaker than most,” Alexei explained, “That was the whole reason I left the Academy, to begin with.”

“They kicked you out for being a weakling? That seems a l