Eldrian woke in the middle of the night. Looking at the all to familiar tent, Eldrian quickly used Floga for some light and found his chair. A small short bar stool he had made for himself through a mix of some spells, having formed nails through an earth spell and pushed them in through wind magic, and a handy rock. He had carved the wood with one of the shortswords in his inventory.
It was not well made, but it did the job. Offering him something comfortable to sit on as he read through the notes he managed to find. Or when he was eating, or simply when he was trying different ways of casting the same spell.
This time he quickly sat on it and focused on the interface. So you are magic, that actually makes sense. And I had to really learn how to use you, it is easy now, but in the start it was quite hard. Eldrian mumbled as he called up the different parts of the system interface.
