What constitues Dark Magic?

The shop owner agrees and Reima walks back to his seat between the still talking women, it seems Ciri is able to quickly make friends even in this new strange environment for her... She seems to be giving advice to Cho about how to apply makeup, Reima quickly loses interest in what they're discussing and retrieves the Tome he'd received from Dark Stalker Kaathe, the Dark Hand. He hadn't been able to learn this due to his control troubles, while it seems to be an incredibly useful ability it is also very dangerous, as seen with the Disaster in New Londo which was directly caused by the overuse of the Dark Hand.

The chatter seems to quiet down and he looks around to see what's up, he sees the two girls staring at the Old Dark Tome in his hands. Ciri's gaze seems inquisitive but Cho's is very wary.

Cho notices she's been caught staring and immediately apologises, "Sorry, but that looks like dark magic to me... I don't know the attitude in Greenland but here if you're caught using, learning or even owning Dark Magic you'll be fined or even arrested and shipped to Azkaban..."

Reima closes his book, "Oh really? It's good that this isn't Dark Magic then... But if you think it does I'll put it away, no need to cause trouble right?" he tries to play it off but Ciri can clearly tell he's lying out of his teeth.

Cho "Oh, good... Ah, it looks like my robes are done... If you want some advice then don't do what I did, practising a shrinking charm on One Size Fits All robes is a terrible idea." she says as she's handed a bag from Madam Malkin and leaves.

Ciri looks at him, "She was nice? Although I've never seen someone who looks like that."

Reima nods, "She's Asian, I don't think that ethnicity exists back home... Actually I've been meaning to ask, how do you keep applying your eye shadow?"

Ciri chuckles, "With this" she pulls out a small box, "Yen and Triss enchanted it so I never run out."

Reima "Ah, how were they? I've not met Triss but I briefly met Yennifer."

Ciri Sighs, "Aside from leaving Yen and Geralt in Avalon? I don't really know... I hope they're safe." she says as the mood seem to visible get gloomier.

They're interrupted when Madam Malkin walks over to them with two large paper bags, they thanks her and leave as Reima had already paid.

Ciri "That must've been the fastest Tailor I've ever seen... I wonder how she did it so quickly..."

Reima grins, "Magic."

Ciri scoffs, "Don't act like you know something." she says and hefts the bag up to get a better grip.

Reima tries to act gentlemanly and goes to grab the bag off of her but gets his arm swatted away, "What's next?" she asks him.

He looks down at the parchment as read out, "Wands."

Ciri "A wand? Yen got me one once... It exploded in my hand and almost took my fingers with it."

Reima's brows raise, "Ah really? Better be careful here then, who knows what could happen..." he mutters, now dreading picking up a wand.

The duo finally manage to navigate to their destination after an hour of walking around the street. Looking up at the sign it states "Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C.".

Ciri "382 B.C? How long ago is that... I'm not really familiar with this worlds dates."

Reima shrugs, "Around two thousands years or so..." his answer seems to surprise her but she manages to remain stoic.

They enter the shop causing the bell to ring yet again, the shop is dusty but feels comfortable, it's lit by a few candles which causes the room to glow a warm orange.

Reima "Hello?" he says relatively loudly to try catch the shop owners attention.

They wait for a minute but no one seems to appear, Ciri leans against the counter and says "I don't think anyone's in.", she's about to get up and head for the door but jumps and swings her fist at a man who managed to silently appear behind her.

The manages haphazardly ducks and falls to the floor, groaning in pain as his does.

Ciri "Oh! I am so sorry!" she exclaims and tries to help the elderly looking man up, he had thin long platinum blonde hair with pale silver eyes that look as if they belong to a blind man.

Ollivander "No, it's me who should apologise... I was just so curious of you two I couldn't help myself." he says as his eyes dart between Reima and Ciri and everything around them. "How curious...

Reima steps forward, "Is something wrong?"

Ollivander quickly answers, "Wrong? No. Unique? Certainly... Have you two ever dabbled in dark rituals by any chance?"

Ciri "What! No!" she exclaims as he looks at Reima, he himself doesn't really know... Does Pyromancy count as Dark Magic? Does literally consuming souls make you Dark?"

Reima shrugs, "Not that I know of."

Ollivander "You speak the truth? How strange..." he mutters as his eyes seem to glaze over.

Ciri "Mr Ollivander? We've come to purchase some wands?"

He seems to jolt awake and smile, "Of course. Hold still while I gather my tools." he says as he runs off into a back room.

Reima "I'm getting bad vibes from this whole situation..." he states as he thinks back to the mans strange actions since meeting them...

Ciri "I think he's just an... Eccentric person."

Reima "If that's only the case then why would he ask if we practise dark rituals?"

Ciri "Why would I know?" she huffs as she rests against the counter again, Reima notices her eyes darting around to avoid being scared again.