The man takes his hand, still shaky as he pushes to his feet, and Sirius holds on for a moment longer to ensure he's steady once more.
His use of the Americas is interesting, but Sirius reacts with only an arched brow. "There are others here with magic, yes," he says, still watching the stranger carefully. Perhaps its the massive blood loss, but he seems a good deal smaller now than only moments ago, despite having an inch or two on Sirius. There's a vulnerability to him, like a lost pup.
"However, It isn't all the same magic," he says, feeling oddly compelled to speak the truth as well as he knows it. "There are wizards and mages from dozens of worlds, it seems, all with different magical uses and practices. And this place itself, this city, seems to have a magic all it's own. And it has a rather sinister taste, I'm afraid." He nods at the wall, still violently smeared with blood. "As you've seen."
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His use of the Americas is interesting, but Sirius reacts with only an arched brow. "There are others here with magic, yes," he says, still watching the stranger carefully. Perhaps its the massive blood loss, but he seems a good deal smaller now than only moments ago, despite having an inch or two on Sirius. There's a vulnerability to him, like a lost pup.
"However, It isn't all the same magic," he says, feeling oddly compelled to speak the truth as well as he knows it. "There are wizards and mages from dozens of worlds, it seems, all with different magical uses and practices. And this place itself, this city, seems to have a magic all it's own. And it has a rather sinister taste, I'm afraid." He nods at the wall, still violently smeared with blood. "As you've seen."