Hebrew. Huh. He hadn't guessed that. Barclay could read a little Hebrew, but he didn't know much magic in it. It was a strong language (most def) but it wasn't one he felt very comfortable with. He always felt you had to be somewhat Jewish or Christian to use one of their languages.
He raised an eyebrow. "You're Jewish?" He looked at the bird again, involuntarily, because Mena had mentioned powerful magic and that was like catnip for him. "Oh, never mind," he said, not feeling like explaining Pokémon, "what do you mean, powerful magic? Can he make big-eared baby elephants fly?"