Strange makes a little noise of annoyance. He continues talking as he positions himself, tip of the knife pointing at the tree.

"Our project," Strange answers, with a wry little smile. "The more I learn about empathic magic, the easier it will be for me to eventually cast it. And aside from that, I'm taking as many notes as possible about the hatched dragons—and also learning how to throw. Knife practice will probably be slotted in there somewhere."

And suddenly, Strange's pale, way too skinny, perpetually messy-haired self makes sense. Ah, this man never eats or sleeps. He tosses the knife at the tree but frowns as it straight up bounces off of the trunk.