Among the very little possessions that Kazik had brought with him to Finland, which were summarily taken away by his captors, one of them was a samovar, so Grey is correct in believing that he might enjoy a cup or two of tea. Though in the years he's spent in prime coffee-drinking territory, he's learned to accept the drink, but his heart is staunchly rooted in afternoons of dark black tea and spreads of little sandwiches and sweets.
He misses home with a physical yearning.
Even if Grey does not appear to be friendly, his gestures are, and that's enough for Kazik. At the very least, this new band of strangers treats him with respect or just doesn't mention him at all, and honestly, it's an improvement.
"Have you done a mission like this before?" he asks. The notes he was given wasn't exactly comprehensive.
The tea is brewing and Grey sits back. He's not quite as nosy as Kai is about the crew they travel with but he's a little bit curious about Kazik nonetheless.
"Yes," he says simply. "Well, I have been out there with the demons, but mostly it's just been me alone or me and him," he nods his head towards Kai. "This is the first time with a party and equipment and someone else footing the bill."
He regards Kazik for a moment quietly and then decides to elaborate, perhaps in hopes of Kazik volunteering some information about himself without any questions necessary.
"I get calls," he says. "Through the grapevine. About possessions." His brows furrow while he waits for the reaction to the mention of demons. Some people still manage to not believe they're real. Some people who live in areas like Oslo, which is relatively safe.
Well, considering his kidnappers brought him along for precisely the kind of protection against demons, while going on foot through the countryside, it turns out that Kazik had seen a lot more than he had really intended to. In fact, he carries around a few trinkets to ensnare them, since he finds it easiest to conduct magic through objects. After all, it was why the wand was invented, but he prefers not to use sticks unless nothing else is readily available.
"What sort of calls?" he asks. He also didn't know that Grey and Kai were friends, but he supposes that makes sense, two people who wind up on these sorts of things probably have a high chance of running into each other again.
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He misses home with a physical yearning.
Even if Grey does not appear to be friendly, his gestures are, and that's enough for Kazik. At the very least, this new band of strangers treats him with respect or just doesn't mention him at all, and honestly, it's an improvement.
"Have you done a mission like this before?" he asks. The notes he was given wasn't exactly comprehensive.
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"Yes," he says simply. "Well, I have been out there with the demons, but mostly it's just been me alone or me and him," he nods his head towards Kai. "This is the first time with a party and equipment and someone else footing the bill."
He regards Kazik for a moment quietly and then decides to elaborate, perhaps in hopes of Kazik volunteering some information about himself without any questions necessary.
"I get calls," he says. "Through the grapevine. About possessions." His brows furrow while he waits for the reaction to the mention of demons. Some people still manage to not believe they're real. Some people who live in areas like Oslo, which is relatively safe.
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"What sort of calls?" he asks. He also didn't know that Grey and Kai were friends, but he supposes that makes sense, two people who wind up on these sorts of things probably have a high chance of running into each other again.