[Yep. Alistair was quite right to have regretted saying that out loud. Now he was attracting attention. It would seem it also wasn't the good kind of attention (if that exists here, he really hopes so...)

He raises an eyebrow at Dixon, taking a small glance at the dead squirrel he's carrying.]

I hear the place I come from smells a lot like wet dog. If the murdering elf assassin I was travelling with is to be believed. Which of course now I'm here I do kinda see what he was saying...

[Remember not to get side tracked Alistair.]

So this happens often then? People just... showing up confused? But yes I did just arrive. I'm honestly still convinced I'm dreaming...