"Huh. Alright then."

Give it tp Magnus to hang out with magic users for over a century and still not really understand how it works.

Well, doesn't matter. He's instantly bored with trying to figure out, and he's bouncing on his feet, like a kid on a sugar high.

A very big kid with a very sharp axe.

"So, huh, is there a reason for us tp be here, or?"

How far east did his running get him? Gauge it by his attention span and antsiness.