He sighed, before breaking the revolver down, and stashing it in the extra dimensional storage space for weapons. The other pieces he put up, before heading out at a jog toward the mage. He already was annoyed at being called 'little,' and was not really willing to listen to the mage, but he might slip up if Caiaphas played along. He stopped a good twenty feet from the mage, and then tilted his head, letting him speak first.