Harrowheart leans slightly to the side just enough that he can see Viatorus's face, and, if Viatorus cares to look, so that he can be seen in return. Very briefly – for just a second or two – Harrowheart's glowing gaze lingers on the young man, the cold and impassive stare from the lifeless eyes of an enchanted corpse that will remember how you reacted to it. Enjoy.

But Isidor's not the only one who can turn a frown upside down lickity-split! He smiles broadly at her and shakes his head. "Nice meetin' the both of you. And naw, nothin' like phones where I come from. We got some tech, sure. Radios, simple robots, motor bikes and tanks... But a phone's somethin' else. Tech for fun instead of fightin'."

He points at Isidor and with a much more subdued smile says, "You must be from Earth, huh? That's where phones come from. You ever been to New York City? That's where all the humans here are from, seems like. I've seen pictures! It's a real gorgeous place. I gotta hand it to the Earthians, y'all achieve a whole lot considerin' your world ain't got magic."