"Naturally. One the one hand, they know little. On the other- what little they know is that most of the time? They are the ones that end up dead. So." Neither side can win for how fucked magic is back home, clearly.

"As you are grown I assume this is not the way of things where you are, late manifestations aren't something that happen for one, and for another this place does so love to suddenly bequeath magic upon the populace. And that magic is different. No demons. But it does still seem to respond to stress or anger or- whatever it is anyone might be feeling intensely." Compounded by the fact that, shit, suddenly magic. Zevran peels the boots free from their icy prison before returning them, all smiles. "And here we are."