This draws a hearty laugh out of Harald. He leans forward with his elbows on his thighs. “Is that right! I am not an archaic man by any means, but I have to say, I’ve recently had some fairly perilous runs with technology myself! I feel strangely in my element here, surrounded by mysterious forces only narrowly wrangled into submission by humans.”

His owl returns and releases its foggy hold on a glass of some kind of juice, and Harald takes a sip. “Though I can’t say I’ve practiced magic in such a pure form, or at all. For awhile, in fact, I was an Air Force pilot.”