He gave her a sympathetic pat on the shoulder, before nodding in understanding, though if she took it as that was anyone's guess. "Ma'am, I have been here for more than two years, came here with only old legends and myths over what you have. You will adapt and survive. And maybe even get back home with some new ways of doing things. But it does have a logic all to its own. It follows its own rules, even if the people that have been using it for millennia aren't entirely sure of them themselves.<br/><br/>Sadly, yes, though we managed to avoid having it explode in the middle of good farmland. I am not sure WHERE it went to finish, but considering it was replaced with a tower of sand that damn near killed me, I would guess either a beach or desert, the latter my guess cause it was remarkably... dry."<br/><br/>He glanced in the direction of the front door, and frowned. "Quick crash course on the Fae, before I have to go greet my... 'guest.' They are other-ly moral, tell the truth, though how much and of what kind is an open question for every statement, and will make you suffer for the slightest of insults, even if it was only in their head. Be polite, promise nothing, and treat them like you would a predator that has decided for its own reasons to tolerate you until it is given a reason to correct that."<br/><br/>He stood up, and headed to the front door, idly placing bets on who it would be. The Queen, the Lady, or Leanansidhe? Outside chance of Elwyrr or Erlking, but they would rather use one of their spies than come themselves. Even for something as... odd as his two new guests.