Raj just looked at her. "Schools of magic? I feel kind of like I'm in the Twilight Zone." He muttered. He merely continued listening. "It is a family heirloom." He said again. "I get the point." He said. Looking at her. "Hey I didn't ask the bearded old man to send me this way." He said seriously. "That sounds kind of like a forced game. Who holds the grail? What happens in this dirtier version of the Olympics?" He was getting a headache trying to make sense of all this. He stands up after her. "That might be because I am completely clueless." He sighed a bit. "Fine." He said reluctantly. He didn't know her and wasn't sure it was safe to trust her. Yet he really had no other choice. He followed her anyways. He felt on guard but that was probably just because of how long he had been running from the black robed people. "Who are these other Magi...as you called them?" He asked. In truth he was tired and hungry but wasn't about to complain about it.