"Not the Spanish Inquisition, I hope." Joke aside, nothing with the name 'Inquisition' brought good things with it. But If Dorian was on that side, maybe it was worth a review later, when he had more information. "But that sounds about right for any place that houses any version of humanity."
There would always be those most basic things. Religion. Power. Dynasties and Governments and Kings and Tyrants. War. Suffering. But also Spring. Flowers. Good things. Raylan tried to keep that in mind when he got too far into the weeds.
The furl of fingers was telling enough and Raylan straightened, gaze inquisitive but not hostile or panicked. "You're not the only one." He blinked and realized Dorian would need more than that.
"Not the only Magician, Mage, Bard, Magic user, Gifted, whatever you want to call it," Raylan started, waving off that argument before it could begin. "I'm not the arbiter of nomenclature. And not the only one that's finding things aren't as they should be with.. all. that." He gestured with his just now recaptured glass before taking a sip and bobbing his head.
"As far as your element, well." Raylan bobbed his head and winced sympathetically. "There's frightening little to do here that doesn't result in painful things. You could catch yourself up on all of Earth's culture via Reel Rentals, though I'm fairly sure we'll look just as ridiculous as we are. There's a garden that's found itself free of gardeners and we've got tunnels to map out to completion. The rest is just.." He took a deep breath and shook his head again, useless himself. "Survivalism. I've got a boat load of pointers, but - I'm not the first face you're seein' here, am I? How's about we start with what you already know, that might make it easier."
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There would always be those most basic things. Religion. Power. Dynasties and Governments and Kings and Tyrants. War. Suffering. But also Spring. Flowers. Good things. Raylan tried to keep that in mind when he got too far into the weeds.
The furl of fingers was telling enough and Raylan straightened, gaze inquisitive but not hostile or panicked. "You're not the only one." He blinked and realized Dorian would need more than that.
"Not the only Magician, Mage, Bard, Magic user, Gifted, whatever you want to call it," Raylan started, waving off that argument before it could begin. "I'm not the arbiter of nomenclature. And not the only one that's finding things aren't as they should be with.. all. that." He gestured with his just now recaptured glass before taking a sip and bobbing his head.
"As far as your element, well." Raylan bobbed his head and winced sympathetically. "There's frightening little to do here that doesn't result in painful things. You could catch yourself up on all of Earth's culture via Reel Rentals, though I'm fairly sure we'll look just as ridiculous as we are. There's a garden that's found itself free of gardeners and we've got tunnels to map out to completion. The rest is just.." He took a deep breath and shook his head again, useless himself. "Survivalism. I've got a boat load of pointers, but - I'm not the first face you're seein' here, am I? How's about we start with what you already know, that might make it easier."