"In most cases, yes," Emlyn said, taking his coffee when it was handed to him. "Conduits may be an infinite source of mana, constantly emptying and refilling with such simple actions as breathing. However, if they are overused, not properly regulated, or both, their life force is used instead of mana. Since Conduits are usually... altered for the safety of the public, no one really bats an eye when a Conduit burns out after a few years of proper service." Emlyn sipped his coffee casually as Alice thought her way through the conundrum that was her new life out loud. Instead of focusing directly at that, Emlyn took note of her stares towards his bartender. "He is no puppet given sentience life, if that is what you are wondering," Emlyn said, sipping from the coffee once again. "I am unsure what your world has, but he is a Drazi, a..." Emlyn paused and thought for a moment, trying to figure out how to describe such a simple thing. "...homunculus built illegally by another to carry out a task. A former enemy had him made for entertainment, hence his design being unsuited for manual labor and more as a parody to miniature theater."<br/><br/>With her curiosity hopefully satisfied, Emlyn hopefully returned to the subject of how she got here. "From what I gathered when I found out about their little terrorist attempt, they were trying to pull mana from your world -how they found your world, I do not know- in order to cast a spell they believed would shatter my refinery's defenses and destroy it." Emlyn explained. "Instead, supposedly they got you. And considering you do not look to be from another plane, it is quite interesting to find you here at all." At the mention that carriages were no longer used in her world, Emlyn grew curious, sitting forward, holding his coffee between his hands. "Oh really? Has your world found a more efficient way to travel comfortably in large numbers?"