Felix Caelus

The only way Jim can detect magic of any kind is either by feeling its effects firsthand or smelling the hints of it in the air during a particularly taxing spell that leaves excess mana lingering about. He is completely oblivious to what he's brought into the Caelus house, only thinking about it insofar as that Loki's loaned brooch is a good accessory to his outfit and a finely crafted detail to sell the fact that he's from this world by looks alone. So far as he's concerned it's the perfect addition to his disguise.

Jim lingers in the doorway for Felix to choose them a place to sit before he settles in next to the conjurer and passes him one of the cups Terentius is pouring out for each of them. He gives a startled hum of pleasure at the cider once he's sniffed it, blue eyes bright. He can definitely have this without difficulty. His murmured thanks is quiet so as not to talk over Nereus or Felix.

"We were lucky the border is so quiet, these days, or there mightn't have been a place to stay at the inn with how idyllic the scenery has been." Jim's only traveled North to Bruma before but he imagines the road from Skyrim south must be equally as lovely so far as the sights are concerned. "Even the constant hiking won't stop my legs from hating me come morning but they'll forgive me this, I'm sure. When Felix said I hadn't seen anything yet at my complaints of some of the steep roads near Solitude he wasn't jesting."

What starts as a curious sip of the cider becomes an eager drink. It's so good! Mm.

"Ah, but how did your own travels fare? I had been lead to believe your trip might have been enough to make ours seem like a...like alight jaunt by comparison." He has to lick at his lip a moment to find the words he wants but so far Jim's keeping up easily in conversation.