"Nah. Never heard of him. But I haven't heard of plenty of people here," Magnus points out. He's sociable, but not entirely connected - especially not to anyone who's important enough to have a personal secretary. That sounds like either a prolific businessman or a politician, and Magnus tends not to get on with either sort.

"My home's different from this place. I was a mercenary. Think more, uh, protecting wagons and acting as protection for expeditions than some of the other shit people think of when they think of mercenaries." Though, of course, he's done a few of those too. And that's leaving out his other job, but he figures it's easiest to simplify matters for now. "Here, I'm a pro wrestler. It's a change, but the pay's good. Better than freelance work, sometimes."

He raises a brow at her. "So what was your job at home?"