As a general rule, Klaus should never be looked to as anyone’s authority on anything. Shame he’s all Garrus has at the moment, then, isn’t it? “They’re usually portrayed as tricksters. Mischief makers. Suuuuper long-lived, not quite immortal but close enough it’s just splitting hairs to say otherwise, yanno? There’s all sorts of stories back home. Though I guess a lot of it was more like cautionary tales told to children?” He shrugs, picking up a trinket from the stall nearest to him to examine and set back down.

“Sure is a strong word, given,” he spreads his hands and gives a little flourish with his wrists. “It’s a whole new world and all,” and to be honest, Klaus has been here long enough to realize things from folklore back home don’t always line up with how things like magic and such actually work here. “They could be totally different from the legends I know.”