It contains my spells, yes. [ He sounds vaguely amused; it's an odd feeling, explaining something that's so obvious to everyone back in his homeland. ] They're called grimoires, where I'm from.

[ He watches Natori work with great interest, getting his vines to scoot out of the way so he has plenty of room to draw. They weave a larger circle around the both of them, leaves quivering as if in preparation. ]

You're quick to act. Are you used to handling situations like this?