Zulf tries to keep stoic as Martha tends his wound. He only winces once and makes no noise at all.

He's a little overwhelmed by what's happening -- he's never witnessed magic before directly, being a diplomat and not a Mancer. He's suddenly bursting with questions, but figures they can wait 'til a more opportune time.

Except one.

"This is a rather indelicate question and you should feel free to not reply," he says. "However, am I right in assuming that you are ... shall we say ... not from the same place as I am?"

He hopes they're foreigners. He suspects he is wrong.