"Wait, magical? It's not going to turn me into a dragon or--"

By Naga, he's not going to be able to keep up, is he? Gordin allows himself a rather indulgent smile as he trots after Cu Chulainn; magical side effects or not, if ice cream can bring on such excitement then it's worth a try.
...Plus it'd be pretty cool to be a dragon. Tittering to himself at the thought, he rummages through the arrival package for the map; this must be a huge city to have at least three districts to it, and a river.

"Hoy, don't go running off without me; I'm old, you know? I might break my hip, and you'd have to carry me then!"