Presto grinned. "In my dreams, they were the last magic left of a lost people in a city that rose from the oceans once a millennium. They wiggled a lot. I didn't have much luck there, either. I don't think they like my magic." he shook his head.
"I was hoping, since you work with cards, that they might like you better." He pointed in the box. "There's a special made oil in the box that they seem to like."