John was tuning out the vast amount of irrelevant noise and confused chatter.  He had to control his power, the flow of it was something that he could feel inside him now.  It would be difficult to control it for a little while and he would likely need quiet to meditate and focus on practicing.  Unfortunately, quiet was not something that this tavern offered.  But, for now, he was focusing on two things to the exclusion of all others.  The first was his control.  The other, the efforts and words of the person in the group who was of greatest interest to him.

"It is illogical to reject sensory information that has been repeatedly confirmed as well.  I've thought about this kind of possibility before.  Though, it was idle speculation at its best."  He replied to Rosemarie's first statements with deliberate calm.  He liked remaining methodical, but he was also buying time to recall his character design and specialization... and their implications.  "To answer your question about skills... this character is a pure caster with a couple different kinds of spells with a focus on mastering a small group of persistent pets.  In the long term, this character has no power ceiling and the pets don't have one either."  

This character was also inherently capable of infecting the ecosystem with essence powered monsters in a chain-reacting storm of magically empowered evolution.  But, he wasn't too eager to mention that part just yet. So, he paid attention to Rosemarie's attempt to use her own character's magic.  It was far from the unintended and immature outburst that had been his first experience.  She actually achieved some moderate success... and then she crashed to the floor.  John found his new state of being to be rather impulsive.  He had already stood and reached down to grasp her arm and help her up before he realized suddenly that he was not nearly as strong as he was used to being.  This was driven home by his awareness that he had failed to help her up and had instead only managed to pull himself down to the floor, kneeling beside her in mildly stunned silence with a subtle hint that he may have bruised his knees.

"This... is going to be a challenge... and... we've already attracted some attention."  He had finally noticed the visitor at their table.  Whatever it was, it was far from being anything comparable to them. He turned to this new addition to their local patch of the growing chaos with a discerning eye.  "Pardon our... distraction.  My name is Jo.."  He paused and smiled bitterly.  "Fardur... Fardur Nearsigt.  Would you care for... a snack?"