Kartuun looked rather taken aback by this boy's language, but shook his hand regardless, slightly confused by the display this small-bodied male was putting on. "Uhh... No, I don't do magic. My parents kept wondering if I could... Maybe a gift will awaken at some point, like with them. But, for now, I'm normal." He smiled, shrugging it off.
"And Finniss is my blanket, not a dog. He's my protector, too." He stroked the side of the blanket that hung over one of his shoulders a couple times, while still facing Ewan. "My parents gave it to me before they left, so I always keep it close. Gets kinda lonely without them. Boring, too, around here. Well, until you showed up, that is. What's Sylmag gonna do with you? He's never caught a boy stealing from him before. Couple o' older people. He ended up turning them in as soon as he could. Guess that's good for you, huh?"
Finally, closing time rolled-around, and once everyone had cleared out, Sylmag came over, looking at Ewan. "Now listen up well. For tryin' to make off with my booze, I could turn ya in, and they'd take you just like they'd take a man. But. If yer willin' to work for me, cleaning the tables and windows for, say, a week, I won't turn ya in. Understood?" He extended out his hand to seal the agreement, wanting to show he was willing to hold up his end of the bargain.