( Buddy, you could not even fathom how awesomely he would get along with those dwarves. Force to be reckoned with. It's for the best the world never sees that team-up.

Like when it went for me; vague, unhelpful shrug. Two times a pattern doesn't necessarily make, but who knows. Could be. )

It ain't like what we had back home. ( So he can relate. ) Where I'm from it was more... stick fifteen ingredients in a bowl on a full moon, burn somebody's hair over a map to figure out where they are type crap. Summoning stuff. Rituals.

( Pause, and then an amendment— )

Well, except for demons or demon-sponsored witches, but screw those clowns. If you gotta maim your soul to throw a fireball, it's not worth learning. Besides, fireballs can't stop bullets and you can't cast spells after your head gets chopped off.

( If you can dodge a wrench, etc. )