"I'm... not sure that acknowledging magic is a socially awkward thing to do, sire," Ankari replies, his understanding of the word nerd being just that; something Tyler would breathlessly call himself when he made some sort of social stumble. A scent catches Ankari's nose, though, the smell of the forge in town wafting their direction. Close by then, despite the thicket of trees blocking any view, it wouldn't be long now.

"This might be an afterlife of sorts, yes," he says casually, not dismissing the idea in the slightest. He swore he must have died in the invasion of Stilmyst when he first arrived, too. It's a natural conclusion to make, "but you are very much alive here. I heed you be careful to not squander that life with reckless abandoned," Ankari is not really one to talk, given his behavior, but listen... do as he says not as he does.