Nathan was freaking out.  Not only was there an elf talking to him, or what he supposed must be an elf, but he had just seen a flame spirit of some sort, flambe a tentacled monster.  This was high on his list of weirdest days ever, right up there with the birthday where his parents actually stayed home for his party.  "I'm...  fine.  He reached out and touched the girl's shoulder experimentally.  "Your really here!  This isn't some sort of dream....  Oh shit."  He felt flush with excitement.  He had done it.  He had found the fantasy world, his fantasy world, which he had always dreamed existed, ever since he was a small child.<br/><br/>"So tell me, how many people live here?  Is everyone magical?   Who is the ruler?"  His questions were cut off by him trying to catch his breath and calm down.