Sir Guy was beginning to think this Irishman might not be as barbaric as most others of his kind. At least he had enough sense to back away from a fight with someone that was better than he was. Guy was even almost tempted to buy the man another glass of whiskey. Almost. He was not quite ready to share a drink with someone he was not sure was friendly.
He turned his head to say something to the Irishman about how most priests he knew were very corrupt, but before he could say what was on his mind, his attention was diverted. The other man had put a small stick in his mouth and then set it on fire. The knight looked closer. The stick seemed to not be burning with an open flame, yet there was smoke and ash. The Irishman was breathing smoke out of his own lungs.
“What magic is that?” he asked, pointing at the stick in the Irishman’s mouth. “Shouldn’t your beard be on fire from that?”
He was fascinated and also slightly frightened by this show of magic. If this was part of the Irish paganism, then perhaps he should not be making light of their religion. Guy still did not know if Jeannie was waiting for him, so he would not be able to fight Irish magic with her djinn abilities. Perhaps he should rethink his decision about buying the man a drink.