Richard holds his breath as he stares at you, magically fixing his broken arm. How ironic. He was tracking Bruce when he ran into you in the woods, about to be robbed, rescued you and unfortunately broke his arm.

Richard was supposed to arrest magical beings, like you, but now he doesn't know what to do, you don't even look that bad.

"And... Have you always been able to do this?" Richard asks, trying to decide whether to arrest you or not.