"See? Totally not making it up," he says with just a little triumph in his voice as Cyria backs him up to Naji. "And believe me, after going through them to the other side, I'm heartily tired of them too. Though I am wondering if wells are just, I don't know, holes between worlds and magic pours through there into ours like... water leaking through a hole. There seemed to be a lot more magic there than here. But again, that's your department," he tells Cyria, putting a hand on the drider's shoulder and giving her a friendly squeeze before drifting away to the defeated mercenaries. Listening to their protests, he nods. "Alright. Everyone can keep a weapon. If you've got two, well, now you've got one. Given that there's not much to take, that seems fair enough to me," he says. "The elf," he says, nodding to Cyria's "patient", "We'll have a bit of a talk with before we leave, and maybe we'll leave with her, maybe we'll leave With her." For a second, Johan's stomach rumbles briefly, and he frowns in confusion- for some reason, the thought made him hungry, a chord resonating in the back of his mind... well, not important. "And I haven't heard Meera even say she wants to join us, so that's all a bit... premature."