What the hell's a tiefling?! Strange is trying his hardest not to look confused as he listens. He can at least look for a blue fancy person and a purple fancy person, maybe he'll figure out what a tiefling is from that.

He nods to show that he's understood. "You must have a lot of friends," Strange muses. Or maybe she's just not so single-minded that she'd only ask for one or two people, like Strange would have been doing if he were in her shoes. "But I'll look around and see if they're in this chamber or any others."

He pauses before continuing, "And it's a pleasure to meet you Beau, though I wish it was under better circumstances. I am Strange."