"Hm? Oh, yes. {Air shamanism.} Elemental magic."

Rezo stoops to right one of the toppled targets. It's densely stuffed, but not all that heavy- he could use something sturdier to test the strength of his air magic, he reflects. What he's using at the moment are meant for archery practice.

"...Link, wasn't it?" Rezo remembers him. The young man who'd encouraged him to eat when he'd first arrived.