[ Orcelito looks down at the job class brochure. He's marked it thoroughly with notes and questions, trying to organize it into something that made sense. ]

I wasn't born into a magically gifted bloodline. I've relied on talismans created by others. [ Which made him especially uncomfortable once he lost access to the church priests. ] If it's possible... I'd like to try magic.

[ Looking up and regaining his smile, ] I've always wanted to try wielding a spear or lance, too. It's an effective long-range weapon and easier to use from horseback than a sword.

[ It occurs to him a moment too late that her world may not have horses, or they may be sentient like her, and suddenly he’s questioning his reality all over again.]