"Sir Anderson, this question is just to confirm my theory, so please do not be alarmed. Do you know about the invasion of the elves?"
"Invasion of the elves? That was during the old wars over a thousand years ago. Their kind be nay afoot any longer. Hunted down to extinction by the magicians whom feared them. Much akin to how they hunt our kind right now. Unlike the elves however. We will nay become a myth. A fairytale."
Immediately, the old man ceased his carefree demeanor and quickly removed the smile on his face. What Clara had said had hinted something important - the people in front of him were from entirely different worlds. Dezuel's voice reeked of military composure, and his outfit hinted that he had come from a world sporting a medieval civilization. Clara, on the other hand, seemed to be a innocent young girl that came from London, a place than Ben was more than familiar with. The other old man seemed as if he had no idea what was going on. He would ponder to himself for a while, and then speak:
"I've never seen a living elf in where I come from. Trust me, a traveler like me never lies. I've seen mystical monks and robotic soldiers, though."
He enunciated most of his words, and paired them with slight hand gestures.
"This just calls for proper deliberation. I've seen the cathedrals and museums of London, but I've never heard of the invasion of the elves or the so-called 'Awakened Ones'. If what I'm thinking is right, we must come from entirely different places. It's a big world, isn't it?."