Sometimes those from your world will be plucked from the aether and brought here much as you have. There are a handful of others here from my own world, though I was one of the first to arrive.

[He pauses a moment, his expression betraying that he clearly wants to say something about that. Something about one of them, but he chooses to smooth his expression and move on.

Any warning about Barnabas can come later.]

Which stands to reason you may likewise have companions here. Say, perchance, know you a man named Mithrun?

[Someone will have to tell Dion he can't assume everyone with elongated ears knows each other.]