The word "mage" catches Goro's attention, and as he pushes the beds together with some effort, he looks back at Alice. "I've known sorcerers." He replies, and there is...distaste in his voice. "They do not fight demons. They control...or serve. But can never be trusted."

He'd worked with Shang Tsung for centuries when the Tournament was still a viable method to attain Shao Kahn's goal of conquering Earthrealm, but Goro had never enjoyed the sorcerer's fawning, snake-like demeanour, his too-easy, venomous smile. He had shed no tears when Shao Kahn had finally rid himself of the man.

"I have never known them to behave, or fight with honour." He finishes, wiping his hands together.