Atticus and Cyrus looked at each other, then down to where their weapons would be in their hands, only to find that they weren't there. Of course, Atticus did not really need his staff, since his power came from his spells. Still, he did not attack this creature. He instead observed. It was a curious thing. Incredibly fast too, judging by how quickly he disarmed them. He said something under his breath, pulling out his journal and sketching the creature, adding in notes and observations. With a low hum, he watched as the stranger observed Wiflor. Cyrus, however, was simply confused. His small town mentality could barely even handle the scope of the world that<span style="font-style: italic">they</span>inhabited. Now he was thinking of the possibility of other worlds. It was almost too much. "Uh..." He was about to speak, but Atticus raised his hand, signaling for him to remain silent. Cyrus did so, and watched along with Atticus.<br/><br/>The old wizard stroked his beard. He was also thinking on where this creature possibly came from. Did he come from the same place Wiflor came from? "You still haven't told us your name." Atticus said simply and calmly. "As for Wiflor's previous injuries, she was hurt fighting a dragon. I used my magic to heal her." He sat near the campfire and kept his eyes on the creature. Cyrus knew that Atticus was wary of this new arrival. That just made him all the more uncomfortable.