Conal listened to them talking, but still couldn't place the sound of their words.<em>That's going to bug me til I can figure it out.</em>he thought idly, looking from one to the other.<br/><br/>He cautiously rose to his feet, brushing himself off as he looked at the two women. The friendly one spoke again, and Conal frowned briefly at her.<em>Her English seems to have gotten a hell of a lot better.</em>he thought. "Lost." he echoed. He watched her looking around, puzzlement on her own features. "Yeah, well I guess it's easy enough to get turned around in the fog, especially if you don't know the area." he said after a few moments.<br/><br/>He gesture towards the nearby barred door. "That's the Mound of the Hostages. I guess that's the direction you came from when you decided to try running me over." He grimaced slightly. "Sorry, that was uncalled for." He took a breath before continuing. "Um .. most of the rest of the Raths are north of us. That's ... that way, I think." he said, orienting himself in what he thought was the right direction. "So the main road should be that way." he said, pointing.<br/><br/>"If you know whereabouts you parked your car, I can probably take you there." He looked towards the second woman, and held out his hand to her. "I'd like my staff back, if it's all the same to you." he added, glancing towards the other woman, in case she needed to translate or something.