“Hmm,” Magnus starts pensively, eyes narrowing slightly as he regards the girl in front of him. He keeps up the expression for a second or two, slouching against the leather seat that is a little too COMFORTABLE for him to stay awake on. He allows a chuckle then, finally GRIPPING the huge mug of ale in front of him, raising it in the girl’s direction. “Y’know what? You’re smarter than you let on.” He takes a swig, releasing a SATISFIED breath. Now that’s one good glass of alcohol. “M’ still alive after eating what feels like MILLIONS of unicorn dick. And that’s thanks to you, for… whatever it is you did.” He takes another mouthful, wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand. “Which reminds me, you’re the only person here whom I TRUST with telling about the Day of Story and Song. And y’don’t really know how it goes, do you?”