"Unfortunately," He commented rather softly as he looked to the book and flipped a few pages. It was up to Smudj on how he wants to interpret Sajon's comment. He wasn't the type to make anyone feel uninvited but he was a little bitter about little things at the moment.

At this reminder, he looked up to a shelf where three wooden mugs sat. They were sleeping peacefully but only because he placed the spell upon them. If they were ever to wake, it would be pandemonium. The djinn responsible for turning a tavern into a living jungle still found it quite amusing every time he visits and spots the three remaining mugs. Sajon's experimental methods had failed to return the mugs to their original state thus far.

He glanced over to Smudj. "What is it you're interested in learning?"