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Vincent cocked an eyebrow curiously when Highwind identified him as a magus. It was impossible for identify a magus by sight alone. However, Vincent conceded that his odd manner of dress may have been an indicator. More amusing to Vincent was that the man had labeled him a Wizard. Among magic users only those capable of using 'true' magic were called Wizards. However, among laymen the terms were more or less interchangable. To most, one person who could use magic was much the same as any other and any further attempt to categorise them was trivial.

"You see. I knew I'd heard that name before!" The magus piped up, wagging one finger excitedly. "His name must have been on a wanted poster somewhere." He leaned back in his seat with a self satisfied expression, apparently pleased that one particular mystery had been solved.

Caim however seemed less than pleased at this turn of events.

"How can you be so blase as to announce yourself as a pirate and outlaw in the company of strangers, much less without any sense of shame?" His voice tightened with apparent anger and he beat his fist against the table. Vincent now moved to intervene, fairly jumping between his friedn and their new acquaintance.

"Allow me to explain." He leaned forward over the table, leaving Caim fuming in indignation. "We were, all of us enjoying a pleasent evening in a tavern just outside the city limits when a young woman in distress appeared..." He began, at great length to recount the tale of how the group had raided the bandit camp and thwarted the evildoers and their nefarious plans, greatly exagerating his own part in the proceedings, of course. "And thus we have arrived here, to resume our drinking." Vincent concluded. "And on that note..." He lifted his mug to his lips and swallowed a mouthful of the wine. "Cheers!"