[Syrlya lowers his hand at the go ahead, a little relieved to not have to be doing that. There's a slightest twitch of a reassuring smile, but his shoulders are still a little tense. This isn't a place he wants to be snuck up on.] Of course, I understand.

[He reaches to draw the amulet off of his neck.] I'm sorry--I'm sure you have a lot of questions, but we'll need to keep things brief here. You have awoken in Horos. This is a world very distant from your own, and possibly very different. My name's Syrlya, and many weeks ago I was drawn here the same way you are.