[His smile springs wider in the wake of the casual endearment so akin to those he's inclined to use himself, though his gaze remains on the scene before them. People milling about, stalls showing off their wares; the glint of unusual stone jewelry in the dim blue glow that passes for light down here, swathes of strange material just begging to be touched. All of this, it's a wanderer's dream; unknown subterranean civilisations, strange new people going about their day to day lives. Dream or no dream, he's quite transfixed.

Never mind that no-one seems particularly happy to see them; two monsters walking together, hand in hand.]

I can't even conceive of how something like that would work, let me admit. Made of dreams? Although um...I do remember an ex lover of mine once saying that some beings are believed into existence. The more people who believe in them, the stronger their power grows, and if that belief wanes, they fall into slumber, or go out like a light. Never believed in any of it, if I'm honest.

[Which isn't strictly correct; Asra dealt in half-truths and vagaries rather than solid facts. It had always been hard to know where one was with him. He both did and did not take the magician at his word.]