As he was discussing with himself he started to climb the windmill part by part section by section until he got to the top where he took a seat and just wanted to relax he was thinking too much these days and just wanted to chill out, something he'd never explored much as he was more of a physical work person; was his own magic, he didn't even exactly know what it was, he hadn't even tried it intentionally before so he wanted to start something simple, the flint on his lighter was broken and he wanted to roll up as usual so he tried to make one a really small one, which surpsingly worked and lit up a pretty nice spark which for some reason was black, which was quite peculiar in Notte's eyes, leading towards that he rolled up two cigarrteres one for now and one for later you know you gotta be prepared for anything including needing a smoke.
After the quest he had done he got some jewels for his while, so obviously he had some spending money... so he got some green and added a bit of that to roll up and started to bun up and started to get higher and higher and that nothing to do with magic, he started thinking about how his time here had been he hadn't really met anyone who knows maybe he'll meet someone eventually and get this whole good and bad thing in order maybe even get some ideas for new spells, he thought as he took another puff on top of the windmill, wondering where it would take him.