“They’re all fairly unique. Sure, there’s only so many elements to command, but each person tends to have a natural affinity to some part of the elemental wheel- as well as differing depths of mastery,” this was basic, though some part of him still crinkled up as he explained it to an outsider. “Some of them go hand in hand, like fire and lightning. Some talented few can heal…”

He chews the inside of his cheek at this question. Also the turn of phrase “been with” is incredibly vulnerable. But he’s too drunk to hold that information close. “Twenty, twenty-five years or so…”

“What’s his name?” He files all that information away, confident that he’ll be able to recall it sober, anyway. He wasn’t so far gone. Just a bit sloppy.