Out in the town on an errand, Merlin had to stop, distracted, as he saw flames being... tossed around. Though, there was notable elegance in them. The man doing it had to have been a performer by trade; a fire-dancer. As he looked on, the raven-haired warlock only dared approach a little more before the routine seemed to be over, for a short time at least. "-- That was... marvellous."
As the last torch came down, the fire-eater gracefully extinguished it in his mouth, and gave a bow to the few people who had gathered around. Times had gotten meaner, and he found himself giving performances to crowds who had no coins to give. He could see it in their eyes, they were as hungry as he was, and some were scared, but the moment he made the fires dance that was all chased away. Maybe that was why he did it now, even though he made nothing for it.
Pausing to look at a dark-haired boy as he spoke, the fire dancer tucked his torches away. "Was it?" He grinned, obviously taking the compliment. "Have you ever seen a fire-dancer before?"