Magnus opened his mouth in modest realization. "Aha, I see," he said regarding the alcohol, giving the area a glance around after the Archbishop asked him what he thought. "I have no point of reference, I must concede that," he sighed. "But it is quite nice, indeed." he said with a nod. With the arrival of Theofilus, he had ordered himself a drink, nodding back to the Archbishop at the mention of his own name. His ears perked up partially from the drink when mention of the Sionists was made; since his own experience a decade ago he'd garnered rather substantial scholarly interest in the misfits, rebels and terrorists in the universe, yet the infamous Sionists were not a group he had yet delved into the history of.
"Ah, but I am not that forgotten, am I?" he stood up heartily and walked over to stand closer to the two gentlemen. "For I, too have considerable interest in this subject, despite my total removal from it. You speak of the Sionists, no? I'm afraid Weremark already has deeply engrained within it's legal code the concept of chivalry, so these men may view that as a victory, that being said, however, I am curious. How much of a threat are these people, er, hypothetically, to the status quo in Weremark, or some other, similarly non-Christian state. Nya Aland, or East Moreland, perhaps?"
