"Yer a sorcerer?" He asked tilting his head and squinting like he could make the determination if she looked fuzzier. And also try to figure out why she can't buy booze. Did she rob a distillery or something? Hamel doesn't have drinking ages in his world. "Doesn't matter. Cash money will do." He opened and closed his hand in a gimme gesture. "That's magical too." His grin at that is wide.