Once they had finished their pies - and with the promise of writing to come - they headed back to where they had started the day. The archery range was as quiet as it had been earlier. Crossbow men were at the gates now, preparing for the orc horde. He couldn't go outside to fetch stones, but some of the dwarves used slingshots. That meant there was a nice supply of smooth, weighted stones to borrow from. "Some say the current practise of avarice came from jealous empaths. They wanted a form of magic that was more...flashy. Closer to old elven." Raigryn stood before Fife. He wore his usual expression for recalling old stories. Most Empathy isn't so visual. Avarice allows you to summon constructs formed of energy. Normally to strike at people. It's not a nice aspect. But you can form a barrier." Waving his hand in front of his chest he left a circle of green in the air. It was a translucent, roughly edged shape of jade green. Raigryn poked it with his finger. There were no sparks or magic. It was as if he had painted the air itself. "It's the same as every other form of empathy. You tap into the aspect, you mentally tie it to the effect you want to have on the world. Want to try?"