"Madam, I have lived my entire life as an outcast on almost every single level." Tyrion answered drolly, as he moved closer. "I assure you, whatever you are about to tell me, I have lived through worse."

Battle buddies indeed. He offered out his hand to the dog, giving it a crooked smile, "I owe you a side of beef, my friend. Once I figure out just ... where I am."

He frowned for a moment at the pointed-ear woman's question, "I was near a gigantic green hole, yes ... and there were these ghastly creatures. I thought they were White Walkers. I beat them to death with a rock." He looked himself over, then snorted, "I hurt all over. However, I am not dead, so ... I am doing fairly well, all things considered."