He could feel the energy flowing through him, easing the broken ribs, the bruises and the slashes from the .. demons. He cleared his throat, standing up straighter. "...you know, I think I am going to have a few questions for you in turn, but perhaps before we start getting in depth, we might want to consider escaping to someplace with a fire. Possibly a bottle of wine. And some meat for our brave friend here."

He paused, then added, deciding that it was important to answer her question, "This wasn't the first rock I have climbed today, and there, I had much bigger rocks to throw down. Once those things are down into the dirt, it's rather easier to smash their heads - at least I think it was their heads - with a bigger rock." Another pause, and a wry, "I am something of a fanatic about surviving. I have to do it at any cost. Sometimes I even surprise myself with how much I continue to enjoy breathing air."

A frown passes his face at her explanation, stretching the scar that runs across his nose and down into his beard, up across his cheek to his forehead. "So what are you are telling me is that -- this is an entirely different ... place, than the world I am from?"

Huh. "Well. That would explain your dog. And your ears. And your dragons."