Y'know what? What the hell, we need all the friends we can get around here.

[His beer comes then, courtesy of one of the asskicking blondes that tend the bar day in and day out. John gives a little nod of thanks, then takes a long drink.

Fuck. He needs it.]

So tell me, are you actually a wizard? [He vaguely remembers him having some weird ass, half dead dog thing. Maybe it was magic?] Because if you are, I've got like, a book full of questions I need answered.