[He is, by now, very well familiar with how much skepticism talking about dragons tends to meet from Earth folks. He's also had plenty of chance to get acquainted with what they tend to think dragons are--lying on hordes of gold, demanding virgin maidens in sacrifice, terrorising villages. Tyrian dragons are nothing like that, so it's a word that tends to sow a lot of misunderstandings, but it's the only word he's got.]

My best friend from home's here. Makes me lucky. 'Sides the two of us though? [He shakes his head.] Gotta be at least three dozen different Earths people here come from--different points in time, different variations of history. I'll tell you, I've learned a helluva lot 'bout Earth.

So far though, only seems to be one Tyria people have been pulled here from, and it's just us. [And briefly, their guild leader; he doesn't mention it.

On the topic of magic, he smiles and raises one hand, fingertips rubbing together a bit like he's plucking at invisible strings in the air, and then, just like that, a spray of purplish light, little sparks, and a cascade of translucent purple butterflies that flutter up into the sky between them, disappearing towards the sun.]

Turns out is works just the same here as back home, which is handy. And probably interesting if you're a maginamics researcher.