I'm looking for a key. Sort of the matter of saving my home sort of deal. [ Quentin has no problems answering that question--it's fair, he figures, and this is already such a weird situation, may as well just be upfront. He gets the distinct impression being honest is probably the best policy here.

Plus he's a shitty liar unless it really counts. ]

And, uh, if it helps, I'm a Magician. I'm assuming that's probably the same thing as a mage here.

[ He does take a step forward, extending a hand to shake. ]

I'm Quentin. Quentin Coldwater.