Jake, David, Didymus, open
Jake wondered if he should mention the sort of magic he'd been exposed to, but none of it was good. Even if one did consider going todash magic ... it wasn't good magic.
So he remained silent, dropping down to settle into a squat, balancing on the balls of his boots as he gazed down toward the magic users.
He supposed if the conversation was lapsing, there was no real need to break any silences. Especially not if they were just watching.