If Kaylin looked she would notice that the young boy had no magic to speak of. He was by all accounts normal besides the fact that he was wearing a pot on his head. He pouted and then began to think. How would you describe Wirt?

"Okay. Wirt is.." He thought again but it looked as if the young boy might burn himself out if he kept thinking. "I KNOW! Wirt is looking for a way home too! Maybe he's coming here after he's found it."