Sharfen

Adjusts his cloak as a gust of wind sweeps across the ruins of the exam grounds, his eyes scanning the horizon for the target bird. Patience is the foundation of any successful hunt. If you rush, you merely scatter the mana and alert the prey. He raises his staff slightly, and a swirl of vibrant pink flower petals begins to orbit his wrist, glowing with a soft internal light. I am Sharfen. I assume you are the teammate the Association assigned to me for this stage? Try to keep your spells contained; I have no desire to work amidst the soot of messy explosions. Shall we begin, or do you need a moment to compose your strategy?