Luckily, he's patient. Anyone dropped in an unfamiliar world was bound to have questions, and while she was asking questions? She wasn't freaking out or setting anything on fire. So just as well for her to have a point of focus that wasn't how very screwed she might be.

He can handle a few questions.

"Here's the thing you have to understand. Here? Magic is tied to that other world, the Fade. It's attractive to demons on the other side that want to find a way into our world. They do that by possessing mages. It usually goes downhill there."

Pausing on the top of a grassy hill, Bull lets his axe lower with a huff, eye scanning the horizon for signs of the camp nearby. Still a ways, but not too much farther. Far enough to warrant a rest, however, and there seemed to be no more bears sniffing around.

"Even if it weren't for that, most people don't trust anyone who can light their barn on fire if they get cross. So, if you found our your kid was a mage, you'd give them up to the templars and they'd get shipped off to the nearest Circle of Magi. They grow up with their own kind, practice and learn, and stay under guard. Great idea, in theory. In practice? Didn't work out so well."