"A mundane existence can be a benefit at times, I suppose."

The barb, it would seem, did not land. Mogget stays sitting up with his eyes on the people moving about, and as he gives a small shake of his head and shoulders the tiny silver bell attached to the red collar around his neck rings out a soft, sleepy sound.

Even if he doesn't do anything with this ritual, just the observation of the people here is a useful thing.

"This... being drawn to other realms. Is it something you're familiar with?"