"Black magic, you say..." His eyebrows raise, but not unkindly. He deposits his Goblimon and closes the carriage door. "He was, in fact. He's a good man, for all the wandering that he does. I'm glad to know him." The comment from Gazimon gets a confused look, but he shrugs and sits back down, Botamon bouncing onto his lap.

"I was only brought here with a few of my job stones. I wonder, if you're a black mage... do you have others along with you? ... You don't have to tell me if you don't want to. I know how highly coveted some of them can be."