"Yes, just like magic, because it is magic." He stifles another cough as he stoops and picks up the plant, turning the pot this way and that to make sure it wasn't damaged, his eyes skimming every crevice for cracks or breaks.

"I'm from a place called Bear Den, but much like everyone else here, I doubt you've heard of it." And given his standing with his own bloodline, he's actually grateful for that.