Harry furrowed his brow at Adam. He'd meant the lumberjack as a joke, obviously, but the guy claimed to be a simple scholar? This time the snicker came out more like a snort. "Right. Scholar. Who carries a BFS, and knows how to handle both it and himself. Watcher of what, by the way? The ones that work with Slayers, angels or Immortals?"
Oh, yeah, Harry knew his circles. Hell's bells, he'd spoken with Rupert Giles himself. Granted, the other types of Watchers kept an even lower profile, but knowing of them was at least half the battle.