"Protective magical enchantments that keep things safe.
Been real handy in a quick escape."
He smiled.
"Careful. There are protective wards carved into the wood. And I polish it myself weekly. Never use the same resin, though. Always a new treatment to try."
He rubbed his palm on the caravan's wooden exterior.
"It was my Da's long before me. I just... Gave it a makeover."
||: I love that Eoin speaks so many languages, but his magic can't translate Earth tongues.
Is relaxing in something called a "sun chair", weaing nothing but a light shirt with "I ❤️ Gotham" on it, wearing a soft blanket over his lower region as he soaked in the sunlight, his magical analyzing specs acting as shades.