The cook

Belialthorn moved back. He had used all his mana in the last summon spell and all he had could not even create a fireball. "You are already healed," Belialthorn said.

"Of course. Once you have a large Manaspace you don't have to worry about some little wounds,l." Gatemaster spread his hand, showing his torso that was back to normal.

"Manaspace? What are you talking about?" Belialthorn frowned.

Gatemaster froze, metal body rigid. "You have no idea what Manaspace is? And you are a mage? Wait which...??"

"What did you say?" Belialthorn asked. He could not hear what Gatemaster was saying towards the end.

"I asked, which...?" Gatemaster asked and confusion radiated from him as Belialthorn still looked lost. "You can't hear me?"

Belialthorn shook his head. "Towards the end, I can't hear you, why are you talking so low?"