Strange Visions

@"Thoth"

Magical island. It didn't explode around him like he imagined a leiline powerful enough to transport him would do, but then there was a city here. Perhaps it was a city of mages, and it was restrained even more than the minor adaptation Lest had forced on the frozen waterfall out of the sky.

It was entirely reasonable. "Well, if you ran into me so immediately, perhaps I will also soon run into someone especially unfamiliar." Once upon a time, the thought - all of this, really - might have terrified him, or perhaps excited him.

He felt nothing now. He spoke of facts, and considered dry details with connotation but not emotional reaction. Things existed. He would deal with them. Eventually he would die.

Then things would be still and balanced.

"Brought me here intentionally, automatically, or accidentally?" If there was intent behind the transportation, then the logical next step would be to seek out the source of that intent and the reason behind it.

@"Thoth"

Coete had no grounds to argue with Nicolas even if he had been so inclined. The things he wondered about, the gaping holes in his knowledge, they were not things someone similarly new to the area could answer.

He nodded. He might have been born blind, but his mother had taught him something of expressions and gestures that sighted people relied on. He could use them, just not really pick up on them.

"I shall continue that way," he said calmly. "I bid you the best of luck in your own search."

Even street brats born to slaves could be formal. Coete rolled his shoulders slightly to stretch them, and then began working his way towards the (technically still theoretical) city.