Conal took the staff back with a nod, letting it swing down to rest with the butt on the ground. "Thank you." he said, holding off on saying more as the woman continued speaking. When she declared the two of them as Sidhe his tongue darted out to moisten suddenly very dry lips.<br/><br/>He held up his hand, one finger raised. "Excuse me one moment." he said, resting the staff in the crook of his arm. He took a breath, then reached down and pinched himself hard on the hand, drawing a sharp intake of breath at the pain. He looked back at the two women and spoke again. "Well, that should rule out the possibility of me being unconscious." said, keeping his voice calm. "Either I hit my head a lot harder than I thought, or you two really did come running out of a tunnel of mist."<br/><br/>He took a step or two away from them, sitting down on a stone at the entrance of the mound. "You'll have to excuse me." he said. "It's not everyday you find out legends are real. I mean, part of me wants to call you nuts, or maybe me, but I can't help but think you're telling me the truth. And that's ..." he let his voice trail off in another shake of the head.<br/><br/>"What are you doing here?" He let the staff rest against his shoulder as he looked at the two fae, hands held loosely in front of him, forearms resting on his elbows. He gave a sudden frown. "It wasn't me, was it? Did I somehow bring you through?"