He watches the display with grumpy, barely-contained annoyance. "An impressive trick, to a certain degree. Handy for pulling things from tall shelves, surely. But again, you speak to me like I am not one who is intimate with the shadows. Please, observe."

It's just a day for magical dick-waving shows of skill! Naugus takes a handful of his cape and pulls it up over his head. Which might not be that impressive until he somehow looks to be folding in on himself. Like he's bodily entered the folds and darkness of his garment, said garment eventually following him as well. Which is really confusing to just watch happen right in front of you.

It's silent a few moments, the wizard vanished from sight. But then there's his voice again! Downwards, near Harrow's feet. Naugus' ugly head has popped up from the shadow cast by the death knight himself, like he were simply breaking through a pool of water.

"There are the elements and then there are types of magicks, perhaps. Things that divide the organic from the inorganic. But not together in the same category. Not at all."