Krieg waved his hands, patting the air, "Slow down speedy. It's a marathon, not a race." Such an eager student. "The first step involves slight of hand for Touch of Shadow. You must know what you can and cannot conceal."
He arose, the chain relaxing in a groan from the weight lifting up. Krieg retrieved a pen from a drawer. He held it aloft as he spoke, "If you were to hide a a stake within a box, and then tried to conceal the box itself, the stake would be visible."
Walking back to his seat, he invoked the Discipline. The pen disappeared within his hand, as he tapped his left ear.
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"Now, you know I have a pen on my person." he held up both hands, palms facing out. "Yet, you do not see it, even though," he snapped his fingers, cancelling the effect, "It was right in front of you the entire time." There it was, the pen manifested, sitting upon the bridge his of left earlobe and his scalp.