[A unicorn? His thoughts grind to a halt, trying to decide what slang that could mean. Or, wait, is he being literal? Or is it a metaphor but one specific to his world?

Even so, he raises his eyebrows. He hums in contemplation.]

Oh, you said you arrived with someone you knew, correct? An... "Ali", if I heard right? Maybe you can practice your sacred tradition there. [He winks. Though, without thinking, he draws a little closer. He suddenly doesn't like the idea of anyone else filling up Concord's cards.]

Then again, it depends. Why is it so sacred to you?