An older woman approached Levi, bearing wine and speaking of magic. Ah, this must be one of the others capable of magic that had been brought to this world. That saved Levi the effort of having to narrow them down. He looked to Augustus, who was entirely focused on the yellow cultists (or was at least pretending to be), and so Levi took it upon himself to handle this.

"Ah, lovely, thank you." He said in a deliberate tone that was polite, yet still somewhat brusque. "I had not thought to encounter many other magicians of prestige in this place," he lied, "I don't believe we've been introduced."

This strange, deceptive sort of interrogation was something Levi prided himself on. It wasn't often that he was able to put to use the detective skills that he spent endless hours in his youth honing, only to forsake them for his sorcery training.