Meallan rolls his eyes, a bit fed up with this now. It hurts to get accused of not being real or right, after everything that's happened, and as always he deflects with sarcasm and humour.

"You're right," he says. "We both woke up here where everything's mad and it's full of things I can't even imagine names for and I have no idea what's going on and my magic is just gone but no, I'm clearly the biggest problem for you in all of this. Never mind the shemlen who seem to be behind all of this and everything else that's happening, the fact we apparently have to kill people for Mythal knows what reason, no, you've clearly picked out the most important thing to be upset about here."

His little rant over, he folds his arms and deliberately raises an eyebrow at her, waiting for a response.