"Ah," Dorian nodded. He seemed to understand, to be able to make the connection between Ken's ability and some of the spells he knew - magic was vast, it was a natural force, and the tapestries that it wove stretched around and around the world. Any world. "It is not an entirely the exact same thing but there is a spell called Simulacrum, part of a Necromancer's specialty - it means summoning a spirit which takes on your likeness, and fights for you in battle using magic without draining mana if say, you were injured."
Or unconscious. It had happened a few times. Maker's balls, he had seen some nasty things in his day - battling Corypheus and his minions was no easy feat.
He studied the weapon Ken had, not touching it, but leaning closer to get a better look - it was intriguing, especially to a scholar of all things supernatural and arcane. "Perhaps one day you can show me what you can do? Not in the library, of course. I have a space I set up in the healing facility, where I can practice. I would not mind the company." Not like he got much of it.