Mal looked back and forth among the group. It appeared some of them knew each other already, and no one had directly objected to his accompanying them. Mal was now one step further upon his path to personal victory. There was little that was being said that truly made much sense, however. Wren's explanation was helpful, but Mal would never understand why people gave others such odd names. Half of the names goliaths had were the first noise out of the father's mouth when told his child was born -- usually a belch of some sort. The boy seemed to be fairly decent at weaving various magical energies together, or at least Mal hoped it was just magic. And the bright flower girl seemed to have odd mood swings. 

But one thing was more confusing than most. Mal leaned over to whisper (quite loudly) to Wren, "Doesn't 'wiz' mean to piss? Is the boy some great pisser?"