[Niles makes the right call--in talking specifically about his skills, it seems Myr can relax back into himself rather than give off the nervous energy of a deer who's scented a predator.] None of my magic matches up with what I trained in any longer, I'm afraid, unless you count being able to call wasps on someone, or overgrow her position with a marrow vine.

[Useful tricks for a Faun to have, but not even the whole of a Creation mage's abilities any longer, let alone a knight-enchanter's.] I'm best with the staff and spirit blade, though I haven't found a replacement for mine yet. [Translation, given the fleeting haunted expression across his face: He hasn't wanted to find one yet.] --They're blades made wholly out of magic, so they don't have the balance or heft of a regular sword. Can cut through just about anything, though.

[bioware literally gave them lightsabers can you believe this]

I can use a knife but all the tricks I know assume my opponent thinks me helpless and will have me inside his guard already, [so they're not much use for actual fighting, just a very nasty surprise.] And you've,

[He stumbles a moment over the memory in question. It had been a bad night.] You've seen a little of what I can do unarmed.

[Mostly be too drunk to defend his Bonded from a very, very determined kidnapper and get himself stuffed into a wardrobe upside-down.

He likes to think he left bruises but that's hardly any salve for his pride.]