"Rare non-magical creatures," Kevin echoed, wondering just what Oriel meant. He couldn't help the teasing remark that followed. "These creatures actually exist, right?" Kevin smirked with a thoroughly skeptical expression on his face.
He flipped to the page in the notebook where his most recent notes were ready for use. He held up the notebook, showing Oriel his chicken scratch, and intoned, "Prophet work", with a slight emphasis on the word Prophet.