Through his illusion Oras was able to identify one of the individuals as an elf. It wasn't something you saw very often, or at least for Oras. So it confirmed that he was a summoning wizard of sorts. He still had yet to confirm whether or not he was a celestial wizard, or a summoner. A celestial wizard would require literal keys to summon spirits. A summoner however could use anything that was linked to those wizards. Crystals for example. Not only that, but a summoner didn't have to summon spirits at all. A summoner could summon not only spirits, but physical beings as well. And from what his illusion was viewing, this individual didn't seem to carry any keys. He couldn't be certain just yet, but he was fairly certain this man was a summoner. Did this mean his combat skills were on the weaker side? There was no way to tell to be quite honest. Not until he actually saw him fight. For the moment he seemed intent on having his summoned individuals and have them fight for him. Whether this was out of pride and arrogance, caution, or perhaps a disdain for violence. All of this was mere speculation at this point of course.
Moon raised his hand and brought it up to his ear, but Oras couldn't see what he was doing. He started hearing him speak but he couldn't make out the words exactly. At any rate the movement meant something. He wasn't simply scratching his ear or anything like that at all. Oras would keep his eye on this, as well as his summoned beings. Besides the elf who was clearly skilled with a bow, there was another woman with pale skin, white hair, blue and light blue clothing. Oras had made the obvious conclusion that her skills were somehow related to frost or ice. An archer and ice. Seeing these two was an interesting sight to say the least, but it still didn't tell him much. Regardless of this, he stored the memory for later and looked for any weaknesses, or strengths that he could record. This sort of information was always necessary in case he ended up fighting them. In fact he always analyzed people, whether in a conversation with them or otherwise. The fact that this man knew to analyze Oras meant he wasn't inexperienced, and he was probably a good strategist as well. This meant that he would actually be a challenge for once.
Oras saw that the man lowered his hand and gave a sigh, though Oras was unsure why. The illusion stayed with him, never revealing more than it could, and watched as the man approached one of the plants. Oras had sent out another illusion, one of his physical ones, that had returned to him with two small plants in it's hands. The illusion was fading due to the effects of the plant but Oras had time. The illusion was resistant since it was just an illusion rather than a physical being with an anatomy that could be effected by poisons. Whatever was effecting the illusion was magic related. Oras opened one of his void bags and the illusion dropped the plants into the bag. With that he dispersed the illusion. The illusion watching the wizard Moon however, remained. He could keep his clone illusions up as long as he wanted. That was one of the benefits of his magic. Three illusion versions of himself that couldn't be destroyed, yet could also attack and harm others. He also had another set of illusions that could speak just like he could but couldn't attack. With seven versions of Itzal that looked identical and acted however way he wanted, it was impossible to discern who was the real Itzal.
He watched through his illusion and saw that the wizard had pulled one of the weeds out and collect it, probably for sampling. Oras had collected two. One for himself and another for the herbalist. It seemed to Oras as if the wizard was talking to the plant, which he believed to be absurd. These plants were just that: Plants. They didn't have intelligence. Despite the fact that they seemed to have life, this could easily be a powerful form of enchantment, or living magic. Animated, created life, or rather, false life, that was more than likely twisted dark magic of some form. He would analyze it later of course. At any rate, seeing the wizard talk to the weed made Oras wonder if the possibility of this man being against violence was the more likely option. If he talked with plants that would certainly increase the chance. The question was, did he appreciate plants and plants alone? Or all forms of life? Whether he did or did not, the smooth and gentle movement he made as he pulled the purple weed free told Oras that he valued the plant's life. Either that or he wanted to salvage it as much as possible. It was also possible that he was actually speaking a spell or enchantment, though that wasn't very likely as this man was a summoning wizard. More than likely the wizard appreciated life over other things.
Coming to this theory, he was beginning to come up with a general start as to how this man thought and acted, and how he may act in battle. Of course there was a great emphasis on general since this small detail didn't narrow the field of tactics and strategies by much. It only removed the more ruthless methods, leaving a great thousand other methods to use. Still it was better than knowing nothing. Knowing that this wizard would never do anything ruthless, or at least when unprovoked, would be extremely useful information. Not enough to win a fight, not nearly enough, but it would give Oras enough time during the fight to analyze his opponent even more. As his illusion continued to follow the man, Oras would walk through the forest, keeping out of their detection range, yet close enough where his illusion would not disappear.
The wizard seemed to have a strong connection with those he summoned. This could prove as a benefit for him since that meant strong bonds of trust, understanding each other, etc. He had what Oras did not: Companions. He didn't trust anyone, nor anything. At least not until they gave him a very very good reason to that is. This of course, was an enormous drawback for Oras, but it could also be a strength depending. Oras wouldn't have a vast amount of allies, but if he did gain some, they would be people he could trust more than anyone. People less likely to betray him or fail him. Someone he could work well with. At the moment Oras was planning to find his childhood friend Raven. Either find her location or confirm if she is deceased or not. That was the plan anyways. Thus far he had no luck and nowhere to start.
Then the wizard did something crucial to Oras identifying his magic. He threw something to the ground, not a key. It looked like a charm of sorts, and when it fell another being appeared. Oras smiled. He was a summoner. That was his magic. No celestial could summon like that without using a gate key. Satisfied with what he learned he dissolved the illusion the moment none of the figures were paying attention and stood up where he was, making his way silently and quickly towards where the herbalist was. He needed to turn the plant in to her to complete his mission and gain the jewel reward. Once he did he could move on from here. He didn't see how they fought of course, but this information was sufficient enough. After all, he did learn much about the man from their first encounter. And it was the longest he'd interacted with anyone after his mentor left him.
His mentor wasn't cruel for leaving him, and Oras knew this. There wasn't anything more to teach Oras as the rest was his own magic, which he had to learn, create and develop on his own. He had already taught Oras how to survive in the world. In all of their duels his mentor was ruthless, never going easy on him. Or rather, too easy. His mentor's magic was a very powerful form of lost magic, and if he used his full potential Oras would never have lasted a second during combat. Despite the grueling training, and despite the many many injuries, even broken bones, that Oras had to endure, he came out of it a survivalist. He owed his mentor everything. When his mentor finally vanished without a trace Oras didn't question it. He didn't believe that it was some form of final test or anything. He just knew that his mentor was gone. Once he had confirmed it he packed up and began to travel. He didn't have a goal other than analyze the landscape and keep an eye for any clues regarding Raven.
Raven he knew, was similar to him. Or at least back then she was. She was a hard trainer, always pushing herself to the very limits within the black rose guild. She was the reason he gained a longing to be a wizard. She wasn't the type to waste her time, and he very very much doubted that after the chaos that occurred during their youth that she would not stay with the guild for long. All he could remember was that they had followed a wizard during his job to learn from him, when he was ambushed by a powerful wizard who attempted to kill all in sight. Oras blacked out and when he woke up he was with his mentor. Once Oras was better the man led Oras to the place he was captured and he saw his other two friends dead, yet Raven wasn't there at all. No corpse. His village was destroyed so he stayed with the man, becoming his apprentice.
Oras broke through the trees and saw the beanstalk village, making his way to the herbalist's home. He walked through the door and the woman looked up at him, startled at the door opening suddenly.