Taiki smiled warmly, locking the carriage door behind him and taking his seat again. "Ugh. Tell me about it, I've collected some few over the years but for reasons I can't fathom, only three made it here with me. Black Magic is what I've practiced the longest, of course, but I was very fortunate to be taught as a White Mage as well-" he paused, realized what he was, technically, saying- "-with the blessing of the Padjal, mind you." He grimaced, slightly, as the last would almost surely identify him.

"The last I have on me belonged to a man named Fray, who taught me the arts of a Dark Knight." It wasn't... technically a lie. Gazimon's brow furrowed as he looked up at the viera, considering this information.

"So... I'm lost. What's the difference between Red, White, and Black magic? Seems like kinda a pain in the ass to keep track of."

"Not particularly. It's largely down to the focus of each discipline and which elements they draw from- though I'm hardly a scholar. I'm only particularly familiar with the more practical applications than the deeper theories."