"Old? We're about the same age, I think." Felix gives him an odd look. This kid may know the name, but he definitely hasn't met the same man. Not unless Jim's people actually live as long as elves, which... he actually can't be sure about. Hmm...

All speculation is abandoned in a second, though.

"He's what?" The conjurer bolts upright in his seat, eyes narrowed. Beside him the familiar tenses, responding to his burst of mixed emotions. Okay, he can imagine Jim getting roped into such a thing, but why wouldn't he let Felix know? Who's going to patch him up afterward? "Are you serious?"