The silence is like a sickening weight as Erik lands in the grounds of the Spire, the first he has been to since he heard of their existence. He's had no reason to come so far north for longer than he'd cared to admit, the safety of Maupertius and Morgana's protection (abusing the whispers of the servants to make him seem far more important than he really is) all that he had needed for the most part. Now, though? Now he needed money and people to come to his side, builders and perhaps some kind of guard, just until he had what he needed prepared.

He walks forward, reaching out with his mutation to feel the world around him, the iron he had been told about, the scaffolding, the in-progress building that makes his lips purse and his eyes dart around. It makes him feel powerful, if he's to be honest, and a part of him wonders if he'd be capable of simply waving his arms and lifting the entire structure into the air, reaching out and grasping all the metal. He wouldn't, has no reason to, of course, but the idea is a powerful one and leaves him considering.

It's only when he moves closer to the fires that he pulls on his bracers, flexing his fingers and feeling a power as familiar as his magnetism flick through him, the urge to manipulate and turn the flame, to have it dance around him, almost a distraction. If he didn't have a job to do he might spend a few hours experimenting - but he has a man to find and a job to do. When he spots his target he walks over, expression set and neutral.

"Tell me what you need."