Well, nothin' seems like it's glowing, anyhow. Keep lookin', there's gotta be somethin'.

[Zoe is suspicious. The courtyard is quiet and empty, but for them-- no monsters yet. She doesn't trust that at all. She stalks slowly out across the cobblestones, her shotgun-- the magical one, not the one she brought from home-- held in both hands and at the ready, primed to shoot if anything even suggests that it is about to start glowing or looking magical.]

Unless that magician is wrong, but I wouldn't wanna think 'bout what that might mean for fixin' this jao gao.