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It was quite obvious Eoin was more than just a little upset now. Magic was rare in this world, but it seemed the man treated it nearly the same as most other people treated anything they didn't rightly see as 'common' or truly understand. But rather than get upset at the thought of not being accepted by those certain individuals, Adair had come to pity them. Not for their lack of skill in any magical arts or even that they would never have the knowledge of what using a gift, as Eoin had called it, such as the one Adair had; but he pitied them because they often became so fixated on the hatred and disdain of magic, that it blinded them to the real truth of the matter.

"In my experience such men are not worthy of anything but the tip of my blade.." Looking back toward Cadeyrn and Sorcha, Eoin added, "But I find that the same scent drowns out almost the whole group as well."

That was interesting. Adair couldn't sense latent magic like Eoin was obviously could, so finding out Cadeyrn or Sorcha, or perhaps both, had the use of magic as well was a piece of information Adair was quite intrigued to know. His guess was that magic only manifested itself in Sorcha though, seeing as how Eoin was here on Cadeyrn's behalf. Adair doubted the man was someone who would tolerate a flaw in one person and not another. Committing the information to memory, Adair turned his thoughts back to Eoin's issue at hand. Him.

Ignoring the comment of being worthy only of the tip of Eoin's blade, Adair continued in a way that was less likely to provoke the big man. "I would agree with you in most cases. But it is also my opinion that our world of men are, in a whole, one giant kettle of ignorance. Yet, that doesn't make everyone ignorant in themselves, just the perception of the whole. Same goes for magic. Many can be used for harm or misdeeds, but that is determined by the individual, wouldn't you agree?" Keeping his tone level as he continued, Adair wondered if Eoin was already too far gone on the subject to listen further. He continued anyway. "A blade could be misused in the wrong hands as well as a great utility in the right hands.

He didn't bother pressing the issue further. Eoin would make up his own mind whether or not to tolerate it. If not, it only gave Adair an excuse to press on alone after the village.