"Oh, uh...." Matthew rubbed the back of his head. He hadn't thought anybody would actually respond when he said that. He put his hand out to the dude. "Hey Zephyr, very wizard name. Mine's just plain old Matthew. We almost got eaten by some wall art very recently." He gestured to Mira and Jan. At any other time, in any other place, he would probably feel insane for talking about this. Now, though? It just felt like backroom talk, swapping stories about weird deliveries. "Big centipede, gnashing fangs filled with poison. It would have bitten my head off if I hadn't blown it up a little." Good lord, it sounded like he was describing a cartoon. Unreal, far away, so removed from the human experience as to be fanciful.  

He felt good talking about it. It was much better thinking about his wrestling match with a fantasy creature than what had happened to the humans there that day.

"I don't know if it was another wizard or some kind of violet radiation doing weird things." he said. "You get any weird complications like that? Like, you know, weirder than what you expected?"