He whistled shrilly to get the groups' attention back to him. "That is my companion, Blossom, be nice or you will spend a day thinking you are a feral pig. That being with her is a treant, basically a walking tree. Make burning or fire jokes, and it will pound you flat as a coin.<br/><br/>How I did that series of tricks? Magic. It is very real here, and will screw you over if you don't respect it. Just like every other weapon and tool you have ever used."<br/><br/>He then re-attached the breastplate to his armor harness, and began storing the weapons, keeping only the war sledge out. "Any other questions? Or have I demonstrated enough to be a subject matter expert, and therefore someone to listen to?"