"Yeah, that's it. I'm not a wizard, so I can't just beam my words right into his brain. I've got to wait for him to get to it." The phone gets shoved back into one of the many deep pockets of his coat, taking its place amongst the trinkets he always carried with him. He shrugs and leans back against the railing since this is... well, it's not going great, that's for sure.

"Do you think I'd be carrying around swords if I could just throw fireballs around or crush shit into nothing?"