Black Ice

"This Theohar is strange; I don't know much about him... Is he some kind of mage?" Thorvar asked his companion.

— "Yes, he practically reeks of magic," David frowned and cast a sidelong glance over his shoulder. "I try to avoid him; I'm afraid the Order wouldn't approve of brawls between its members."
David finished his soup with relish and let out a hearty belch.
— "As far as I understand, you don't dabble in magic, do you?" the Korahian looked expectantly at his companion and, after a pause, continued. "Our main fighter against mages, well, that guy, Waimond Lancaster... he's just waiting for us to wipe out the vampires in Thiria. In my opinion, it's a job for real men. What do you think? Besides, we have priority over mages. Well, you know, it's Waimond."

— "Although, actually, I didn't call you here for that. Listen," David leaned in and lowered his voice, "what do you know about Sirkhan? I heard he was a former gladiator."

Kosha, thanks for the invitation, but I'll try to role-play. So, I can't go with the mages. Unless I'm cornered.