[Yuri lets out a sound caught somewhere between a scoff and a soft laugh at "biased history shit". When Wylie offers his hand, the scars and calluses surprise him less than they maybe should. He's known too many rough and tumble mages.]

I'll take it as a compliment that you know I don't belong here just by looking at me. The name's Yuri.

[He takes Wylie's hand and shakes it firmly.]

Let me guess. Mage?