He knew it was a serious topic. Most Magic topics were but he couldn't stay to the paths of polite conversation. Raylan shifted on his little milk crate seat, elbows propped on his knees as he centered on Dorian's serious look.

"The rules. More specifically things I ought to not do. Words or.. somethin' like that I should avoid. The price."

Raylan was a normie, but he knew about the price. Cost of life, in his opinion.