Bregan isn't responding to reason at this point, but who can blame him? Magic isn't supposed to be real, and yet his childhood friend is out here making ice sculptures of the iceberg sort!
You push the redhead off Silvanus and wrestle him to the ground. It's just like old times, except with a sword involved. Getting him into a pin, however, is going to take a good deal of strength.
[Check versus Powerful: fail]
Darn, you suppose all that knight training has counted for something, after all. That, or Bregan has put on some serious weight as of late. You'd tease him about it, but not while you're pinned beneath him.
Your old friend is still in a state of shock from what he just witnessed. "C-curse the Fates, magic isn't real! So how is it there's an…an icicle the size of a freaking boulder pinned through a giant oak?!"
You owe it to the redhead to tell him everything. Well, most things. You think you might leave the Necrolord bit out. And the Lich, and the phylactery inside of Silvanus quite possibly corrupting his soul. You know—the small stuff. Upon telling of how Silvanus unlocked your power, Bregan covers his forehead as if the pale magician would at any moment jump up and make him an initiate against his will.
As the redhead's shock subsides, a strangely sober and serious attitude takes its place. His eyes hold a sternness you do not often see. "Silvanus, if you value your life and Ronald Dunhall's, you'll leave immediately. Magic has no place in this world…not anymore. Whatever you think you might have given her, it isn't a blessing but a curse. Now let's go home, Ronald Dunhall."
The rare seriousness that your childhood friend spoke with has commanded your attention. You don't want Silvanus to leave, but is it for the best? There's so much more to learn! You feel as if you have just grasped how to read and are being stopped at the preface of a pulse-pounding novel. The magician's eyes stare into yours, waiting for you to make a decision.