As much as he didn't want to admit it, Geddoe had to answer her honestly about his travels - and his magic. If they were going to be capable of helping each other and their world, he couldn't dissemble too much. "Ah, I heard about the Archivist. But, no. Unfortunately, I've been sticking close to the city for now, keeping an eye on other things." Yuber. Keeping an eye on Yuber. They can talk about that later, though. He doesn't like what she's saying about the magic, because dammit he wants Hammer of Raijin. Even not using his Rune for so long, making do with a regular Lightning rune, it had a familiarity that allowed him to pull off spells with the ease of breathing, an extra arrow in the proverbial quiver. "Struggling is natural, it seems like," he says instead. "The things I've listened to, or read, on the phone...it sounds like everyone has magic trouble."

He pauses, then, to surreptitiously look around. The mention of the holly elf makes Geddoe immediately think of his own stupid familiar, which in turn makes him worry that just thinking about it will summon the damn thing here. The last thing they need interrupting their adult talk-time is a furfly sniffing their drinks. Fortunately, it looks like he's escaped an accidental summon. For now.

But really, the way it comes out is exactly the way Geddoe would want it. Blunt, like that. Yes, good, no beating around the bush. He takes a drink and then nods once. "I promised. I won't lie to you. There is no one living or dead who knew him as well as I did. So...ask."

Inside, he still had to steel himself. He doesn't know what she'll ask, but he knows some of his answers could be hard to take. After all, none of the three Fire Bringer generals were saints, and he's the only one who knows that.