Ollivander brightly laughed at Dennis' reaction. "Such enthusiasm! Well, the danger we'll be facing, we wouldn't want to be sent away; we want it to come to us! Specifically, we need to collect wand cores at some time in the near future. Back home, I employed witches and wizards to collect the cores as my age prevented me from being able to effectively do it myself, and I also made arrangements with dragon reserves. But here, we'll have to find our own phoenixes and dragons. I'm told unicorns were spotted in a nearby forest... they're usually docile, but they don't take kindly to having their tail hairs plucked. A swift kick to the head could kill a man, what to speak of being gored by their horns.
"There's also a danger in handling the cores, once collected. My wife, bless her soul, fell terribly ill after mishandling dragon heartstrings and died." This memory caused him to smile sadly, but he quickly moved on in the conversation, unwilling to dwell on the past. "Do you have any artistic inclination? Have you had any experience carving or turning wood?"