[h3][u][b][color=fff200]Aerarius[/color][/b][/u][/h3]
Aerarius listened carefully to what Byron had to say.  His concerns had been confirmed, they had awakened far later than they had been intended to.  It wasn't exactly a surprise, as the magic wasn't exactly well-tested, and there was no way this forest could have grown in just thirty years.  Nevertheless, it was still a lot to process, and it would take him some time to fully grasp the implications of it.

"So we have been gone for three hundred years," he spoke somberly.  "The world we once knew probably no longer exists."  This news wasn't too painful for Aerarius- his home and family had already been long gone when he climbed into the coffin.  What did pain him was the lack of knowledge.  He was a fish out of water, completely in the dark regarding the state of the world.  His priorities were clear- he needed to learn all he could about the world they now found themselves in.

"If you can get us into the town, I would be grateful," he continued, glancing at the path.  "There is much I wish to find out, about the town itself and about the state of the world.  It should not be difficult to convince the guards that I am a mere magical construct.  If need be, I'll even pose as a wind up toy."  It was unlikely that any of these townspeople would be able to fully grasp what he was, and it was to his advantage to be underestimated in such a manner.

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