Son of a slave

Alistar followed the man’s instructions, a slight chill creeping throughout his body that made him feel as if he had just been dunked in a barrel of cold water. Aside from that, the weapon gave off no reaction. After standing idle for a few moments, he severed his magical connection with it while wearing a light frown.

"The predators will surely leave me be if I come down with a cold."

"Ah, so it still works."

"Is this really all it does?"

"What do you mean, all it does? I’ll have you know that nobody else should be capable of seeing or hearing you while your energies are powering the thing."

"You’re saying I was invisible just now? But I was able to see myself."

"Exactly. At the very least, an invisibility spell needs to be at the high magic level in order to completely hide someone from sight. The problem with that is that even the caster won’t be able to see their own limbs, which can be quite troublesome when you’re trying to keep quiet."

Was the dagger really so amazing?

"How do I know that it actually works, though? It’s not like you can confirm it for me."

"Fine," snapped the man, who snatched the dagger from his hands with a weak, quivering grasp. "Then I’ll just teach you the damn spell. How familiar are you with light magics?"

"Not at all," he admitted. "Teacher says my affinity with them is poor."