He didn't understand but one word in her answer, and it sounded funny to him. However, he knew enough. "That's a legend, Alina... well never mind." It had been a knee-jerk reaction. He knew better. From what he'd seen today Atlantis might as well be real. Hell for all he knew she was an Atlantian. Some race of magical fish people if the legends were true (and obviously they weren't given time, but he didn't know that).<br/><br/>His thoughts were interrupted by a loud crack of thunder followed by the patter of rain and hail. He got up to stoke the fire, it would be a cold night indeed if the weather was any indication. Still, there were many troubling things to think over. Gods, cryptic monks, and now a city straight out of a bard's tale. Then there was him. Why him? He was no one special, he was just a woodsman.<br/><br/>"So..." He returned to her, speaking slowly, "you're saying that your home is in Atlantis?" Normally he would have thought her deluded, but given all that was going on why would she lie? "You know that's kind of hard to believe right?" He sighed. All he had wanted to do today was pick some mushrooms and herbs before the real cold started to set in.