Surprisingly, the explanation given made more sense to Dion, at least at first. He nodded slowly, thoughtful, as he wondered if these spirits were comparable to the Eikons. Clearly not on the same scale of power, but beings that can be called upon...the magick sounds familiar enough for Dion to follow.

But then he mentions cards and games, as if it were all meant for children, and Dion's snout wrinkles again.

"Speak sense," he demands, voice clipped. "Are these spirits creatures of fantasy or reality? We are here and we are real, no matter our current forms.

"I am no child's toy."

Says the Dreepy, large eyes narrowed in annoyance and flippers folded awkwardly over his narrow body. Yet the comparison stung Dion's pride too deeply to be shrugged off, as if he were one of Olivier's wooden soldiers... No. No. Absolutely not.