[The direct eye contact unnerves him, but only for a moment; it feels like Valerius is staring right past his eyes and into his brain. The smile he gives back, though, is unafraid. Real recognize real.]

And a shame we've lost that. My abilities, and those of my people, [since he totally asked,] are more focused around the cardinal force of motion and life - something we call wakfu. We could draw from it, breathe it in and out, use it to create portals, weapons... [And if he can steal the wording from his man-crush brother:] To bring life to our dreams, really.

This [he gestures to Valerius, up and down] - is this your preferred form, or has that preferred form been lost to the sands of time as well?