Strange's jovial expression flips to a quizzical one. Wild Hunt...he knows that term. Strange can't think of where, it's probably from a book or one of Norrell's texts that he's read it, but he knows that term. And if it's from a book, it either involves magic or the fae. But if it's from Syrlya's world, how on Earth could he know it?

"What exactly is your Wyld Hunt? And why have I heard that phrase before?" Strange still has that frown on his face, as he looks over to Syrlya. This is something new, interesting, and odd and he certainly wants to find out more about it.