"I am. I can't have magic cast upon or by me. However, around is on the whole a different story." Aaron splayed his hand. In that instant a scythe appeared in it. It was a beautiful, slender weapon with a long, white curved haft which widened towards the bottom, which had a light green crystal set in it. Veins of a similar colour ran straight up the grip to a bulbous, teardrop shaped crystal which pointed it's smaller end in the same direction as the dark grey blade, which itself had a silver sharp. Mounted atop the blade was a second teardrop crystal. At the same time the green must from Aaron's free paw once more seeped upwards and into the air.