It's Not the Size that Counts

“Hey, so you know magic, right?”

Morgan paused from sewing his arm up. “Yes.”

“Cool, can you do fireballs?”

“No.”

“Magic missile?”

“No.”

“How about frostbolt?”

Morgan continued pushing the needle through his flesh. “No.”

“Can you enchant weapons and armor?”

“No.”

Jonah frowned. “So, your magic is mostly useless?”

Morgan stashed the needle between his teeth, paced five feet away, and flipped around. A bald spot appeared right behind Jonah's left temple as the hair fell away as if clipped with a very sharp blade. A thin sliver of flesh from his ear fell to the ground with his hair. Morgan dropped the needle back into his hand and said, “No.”