(The guns get an admiring look and Cid is already making a mental note to get a new blade during his stay here. There's a sneaky suspicion he's going to need one. Magic being a thing in this place isn't a major concern, but Cid would rather not go striking others with lightning unless he really had to. He's seen how the guards here watch those in the sparring section, they had recruitment all but written on their faces and drawing too much attention to himself in that regard isn't on Cid's list of things to do.)

Fey? You mean like the small creatures from books? (Shit, maybe he should have listened when Tomes had been off monologuing about mythical creatures.) Actually you know what, I don't think I want to know. Though do hit me up when everyone starts getting those answers.

(The table is watched carefully as it begins to twist itself into a travel box. If it's tech then it's a good show and there's a small sinking feeling in the pit of Cid's stomach; everything he knows back home probably means nothing at all here. He's going to have to start from scratch again.)

Now you're talking, though wouldn't have thought you were old enough to be drinking. (A grin to show he's teasing, he has no idea how old this young man is, but as an "old man" himself he's allowed to make such comments.) Lead the way.