The rock wiggles just a moment or two more and if you could imagine it giving a contented sigh, then it certainly did just that.

"What kind? The only kind I'm familiar with," He leaned forward in his seat, curios eyes peeking over the top of his pilfered shades. Were there different sorts? Of course some people utilized their power differently, or had more skill then others... but it was all essentially the same.

"Waking up spirits. Some people call it spiritualism, I just call it being friendly," and when you're a thief it always pays to have friends scattered around field and forest.