"Interesting, Azul. For myself, I don't quite know how my magic works. Sometimes I just will something to happen and it does, and at other times it seems more like I am asking something of the gods and they heed my desires. But these powers have certainly gotten me out of tight spots before. Although, on more than one occasion, I've used these powers to get into the tight spots in the first place," Petros says with a knowing smile and a gentle elbow to Azul's side. "Anyway," he continues, patting the pair of daggers at his waist the Mayor generously returned to him after his release, " I've often had to rely on good steel when the gods aren't as forthcoming in their favor as I would like. But mostly, I find a quick wit and a light step to be the best way to stay out of trouble in the first place." Glancing up at the owl on Azul's shoulder, Petros asks, with a smirk, "so, what kind of owl is that, and why does it like you so much?"