John spreads his hands, shoulders lifting briefly in a shrug.

"Over the years? I've known a fair number but never for more than however long a voyage took."

True. (Even though that was before being drawn into the Walrus crew, finding a place within the structure of Nascere, arriving in Kirkwall.) Set against the whole of his life, nearly three years of cursory interaction isn't very much. Less when considering the types of magic user he'd known, some so far from Circle tradition that they may as well be wholly unrelated.