a.
[there's been a few days to play around with newfound abilities, so he isn't too surprised when he reads the piece of paper with his mission on it, the helpful added scrawl of 'soul dives' drawing his eyes back to the page over and over again. somewhere along the line he pulled together an inkling of exactly what his power is. it sounds straightforward enough. but it also sounds potentially personal, and his hesitation is apparent as he stares at his paper.

but, hey, he won't get any help unless he asks. after a beat, he sends out a telepathic ping.]

I'll need some volunteers for magic training, if anyone's up for it.

b.
[sometime after wrangling at least two people into helping, there's an unconscious (sleeping) body on the ground and a random slightly ajar door standing conspicuously next to said unconscious body. everyone involved looks mildly alarmed except for the sleeping person, who actually looks totally fine.]

I think that's supposed to happen.