Caspian mentally counted his breaths, slowly being successful in calming himself. It was just the confusion, he tells himself, of waking up in the company of beings whom he did not recognize. He listened as the man named Raikon spoke, taking into account how apparently both of them knew nothing of the place they were currently in. It gave him a sense of slight relief that he wasn't alone in his current predicament. Information taken in, the new dominant question in his mind was what or who exactly brought them there. If his newest speculation was right, then the others with them were also from another place. 



Oh, he was still cautious and tinged with nervousness, just less. He wasn't alone and that was very relieving to know. He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. With a clearer mind, he surveyed his surroundings,more critical this time. Still, he failed to recognize anything. The towering elven figures make it seem like a temple, or a church of sorts. Something nagged in the back of his mind, but he couldn't remember what it was. 



"I'm Caspian Fleiyril. I don't know this place, either, or how I got here." He answered, choosing to stay nearer to the man who seemed to not be an enemy at the moment. "I remember I was walking with my companions. It was broad daylight then in Kalakyth." He talked before walking towards the female elven, just to check if she was truly just asleep and alive. It was often his job to do so, and out of habit he felt the need to check on her. He was just about to crouch down to check her manually, and to wake her up, but someone else showed up. 



His attention snapped towards the new arrival. The bronze eyes were odd. Very eye-catching. And then, the blackhaired man asked the same question that was voiced out earlier.



"We don't. Not really."