Abby had been expecting some amount of confusion from the pancham, but this was a bit much. She didn’t know where she was or what was going on? That did not bode well for his own questions.

“Well, you see… I was hoping that you could answer those questions for me,” he said, quietly closing the cell door now that Isra had removed herself from its confines. “I was led to believe that you might have some answers for me.”

He stood for a moment to size her up. He liked the cape: apparently she thought them as fashionable and practical as he. The hat wasn’t so great, but he supposed that it worked with the mystical stranger aesthetic that she might have been going for. It stopped him from looking her fully in the face, though, suggesting that open communication was not high on her list of priorities.

“You are from a nomadic clan, yes? I believe that I was, as well, and was hoping that you could inform me about myself. I appear to have some holes in my memory since the day that the feral attacked me.”