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Pox nearly cut her off.  He had his fists infront of him like he was about to cheer. [color=lightgreen]"It's such a pleasure to meet you Primalia."[/color]  She was adorable!  Just like he thought such arcane technology would be able to mimic life so splendidly.  Pox found it more than acceptable to treat her like a real person.  She was.  In his understanding of magical laws, the patterns of essence had developed their own personality and the body itself was just a machine.  In her case it was more literal but Pox hardly noticed the difference.  His only fear was whether she could be subject to his healing magic.  He might need to learn some mechanics and clockwork artisanry to be able to maintain his oath.

He seemed to relax when she explained himself.  He crossed his arms, resting one elbow in the opposite hand as he held it close to his face, stroking the length of his beak.  Her words were unsettling.  Surely even the farthest flung barbarians knew of the realm, and such a clockwork efficient society would have been reported.  Indeed, it would have launched a thousand ships to make sure such a rich land would be interred into the Realm as part of their influence.  He nodded.  [color=lightgreen]"Curious.  I must say I am unfamiliar with your culture as well... in fact-"[/color]

Another outburst from another man demanding confusion and answers almost confirmed him.  And while he spoke, Pox looked to the man in the mask who had trouble speaking, how another girl seemed to have no eyes, and when Pox realized it, he approached River past Primalia and couldn't believe what he was seeing.  There was oddities, impossibilities, things that should be long dead, and Pox could detect that all of them seemed to be confused, all starving for answers.

[color=lightgreen]"Comrades."[/color]  Pox stated, directing his question to the room, looking to each, addressing them as he spoke.  [color=lightgreen]"I have a hypothesis.  A simple guess."[/color]  He tapped his beak.  [color=lightgreen]"Before arriving here, my last memory was a great battle, a battle in which I was a part, and should have died.  I remember the pain of a dozen cuts before falling.  Yet I feel not those sores now.  We were in battle with an army that seemed to come from no where.  Our savants could not determine where this force had come from, theorizing that they came from the chaos of the Wyld beyond Creation itself."[/color]  He then remembered that proper nouns would only work in confusing those more.

[color=lightgreen]"In any case, now we are here, and each of us seem to not know why, and speak of things we do not know.  Something that would be common knowledge."[/color]  He approached river, hands together.  [color=lightgreen]"For example, the People of the Air.  Winged people.  In Creation they were all considered extinct after the Usurption of the Gods and Creators.  Yet here is one.  A living relic."[/color]  He visibly shoke with excitement, everyone could tell he was probably grinning ear to ear under the mask. [color=lightgreen]"Primalia claims no such things exist.  As do you."[/color]  He points to Uriel.  

[color=lightgreen]"If I can make an assumption that there was also a force that may have attacked your homes, maybe this force can terrifyingly, and I know it sounds far-fetched.  But maybe this force can cross worlds?  Maybe.  It would explain why each of us seem to have different facts.  We were all taken here, and that might mean a completely foreign world awaits us above.  But- but do not despair.  If such an ability is had by the enemy, it is not impossible for us to find our way to our respective homes.  Not exactly an answer, but it does explain things.  And as big as that is, I encourage that we focus on the here and now, and prepare for impossible things.  For instance, we can understand eachother.  That is either a massive MASSIVE coincidence that our languages are all the same, or there is something that this world has that connects us at least in that way."[/color]

He looks towards the Stranger, who also seemed an oddity but could make no other conclusion.  Still he spoke.  [color=lightgreen]"Regardless of the circumstance, we are all on the same side.  So atleast we're not alone in this trying time."[/color]  He approached the creature that had an issue speak.  [color=lightgreen]"You cannot speak?  If it's an injury, I can try to alleviate it.  Other than that... can you write?  Any chunk of wood and a fire can make a sick of charcoal."[/color]