Wolfgang works as he talks, clearing out a lot of the food; he leaves some behind for other people, but he's got a long list of stuff they need. After food, he goes for medicine, picking out stuff that isn't valuable in terms of recreational use -- anti-inflammatory drugs, prepackaged herbal mixes, blood restoration potions. How boring. He's going to have to go behind the counter to look for stronger stuff, which he's reluctant to do with another person around.

He doesn't want anyone knowing that he takes clozapine.

"It's usually not this bad..." A pause, then he pulls a face. "I mean, not -- it's usually not bad. Period." Just in case Marty gets the idea that Baedal is generally only slightly less monster-infested; Wolfgang is going to be fair, even if the city's taken a big shit on him so far. Millions of people managed to live perfectly safe, comfortable lives here up until now.

"I don't know, exactly. The... magic thing --" There's the m-word for you, Marty, and he does sound extremely reluctant to actually give voice to it for various reasons, among them being that it's super weird, "-- is sort of new."