While Mikael was intrigued by the visitors, the arch- or gate -interested him more. The Dwarf was almost definitely right that it was magical, if it wasn't Mikael would be very surprised, yet Mikael's mind was full of questions: where had the gate come from? Who, or what, made it? Why was it made?

Mikael shook his head and turned towards the people who had come through the gate, "I'm from Niorvria, the land you are currently in..." he rubbed his chin, "I suppose we look as weird to you as you do to us, what are those clothes you are wearing made of?"