He frowned, before making a note to learn to cast the tongues spell on someone else, see if it was just him or if his magic was also a mutated version. "That is the closest I can figure. I was a native from a world where we had achieved space flight, but only to the moon, but had yet to start doing anything major other than build a research space station up there. Or three. They needed someone with an... unusual ability to wage war, and a lateral approach to problem solving, so they summoned me.<br/><br/>And yes we are. A fairly young tree, I would think it is only a century old, despite being larger than most trees that are five times that. We have accelerated its growth and directed it to a degree, causing it to grow in such a way as to provide a fairly comfortable housing. Much more useful to the environment keeping it alive rather than rendering it into pieces. This world is mostly in its early stages of gunpowder. They have fairly simple cannons and guns, but no ability to create rifles or bullets, instead using simple shot."<br/><br/>He took a deep sigh, and leaned back. "Welcome to the past, sir. I am Caiaphas, Knight of the Summer Court of the Fae. Now, the most important question I have for you is... what do you know of the Fair Folk, the Fae, the Sidhe? Cause you might be in for a rude and unwelcome surprise if you go wandering around without knowing anything about them."