"I'm gettin' that sense," Raylan agreed, tapping his fingers restlessly on the table. "This is the exact type of place I expect to wanna burn mages alive, but they're actin' like we brought the sun with us." Even here in a random tavern, they were getting only the briefest and most perfunctory of hateful or nervous looks, despite a proliferation of robes and sharp ears -- no one was hiding what they were.