He was about to point out to the satyr that he didn't have a blade - not that he was defenseless, of course, but if that changed the terms, it was something to know - when something about the world went end-over-end.  It wasn't something he could quite explain, although it was vaguely like the sensations he'd gone through when choosing how to best blend in with the caravan.<br/><br/>When it was over, he found himself gawping at the bizarre surroundings, and then hurriedly looking around to see how much of the caravan had been affected.  The hooded figure was still there - that was something, at least.<br/><br/>"Methinks our destination is - not what it was," he ventured slowly.  "This road - These<em>things</em>- are beyond even song!"<br/>