"Some of the dolls are cute!" He smiles, but then shrugs. Different strokes. "The rules are inscrutable because you don't know where to learn. One of my friends went on an ancient, forgotten pilgrimage to a spiritual promised land to learn the rules behind her weird magic." He says this with a mix of baffled derision and childish wonder. Sure, it's cool, but it was still just a lot to comprehend. They had to navigate by cave poetry.

"But there are whole guilds for the magic here. There's history." He laughs, a hint of sarcasm nearly drowned out by whimsy. "One of them's even called the Scholar! You just have to figure out who to ask."