"You are not of our faith," Sir Nicolas said. "If you wish to complete the engravings, do so with another. I will not compromise my truth."
"Thank you. I can understand that my request was selfish."
"I am glad you understand. It was difficult to work in earnest on my current project when your little experimental project was always in my mind."
Kazi threw on the cloak, the end of it hanging close to his ankles. Almost immediately, he could feel the increase in magic.
"Wind…"
"Correct. That is the aspect of Hanuman embedded deep in the divine seedling you gave me. Like the wind, it will always follow you. And, if your soul is powerful enough, it will mold abilities around you."
"So asking for my hair and blood wasn't just for show," Kazi joked.
"Indeed. Blood and hair are the recipe for establishing strong connections."
