The Nox... stares at Wash for a few moments, as if thinking, and then softly blinks.

Oh

Well.

And then, from out of the shadows around them, luminous white eyes appear. The shapes of carousel animals, clowns, and other circus performers start to gather, and every single one of them has their attention on Wash.

When the Nox speaks again, it doesn't seem to come from any particular one.

Pray that your mag-ic

Will be en-ough

Ag-ent.