"Perhaps, there is. Are you any good with burns and wounds involving ice?" Ardyn pulled up his trousers to show off his lower legs covered in small red marks.

"I seem to have mis-fired a spell and shot myself in the foot so to speak. The Mistress stripped me of all my skill and spells from home and now I find myself having to adapt all over again." He frowned. The reason perhaps was he got drunk on wine and shot himself in the foot while using new spells he had learned in this place.