"I don't understand it, Inquisitor." Charlie said, "You throw around the word 'magic' like it doesn't phase you. My abilities are something I've been hiding my whole life. Obviously, among you few, my secret is out." He hesitated, as if he didn't want to share his next words, "Like Inquisitor, my mother taught me. She was incredible. The wrong people found out about her abilities and I found her without a head." Charlie brought himself back to the present, "That was years ago. I don't know if her murderers know about me, but if so, I keep worrying that I'll be found headless sometime soon." His demeanor changed a little too suddenly and Charlie gave a goofy smile, "I know it wasn't much about me, but I have to save some stories for later, don't I? Who's next?"