He paused and then led the group to the side of the road as the vehicles came forward, and simply watched them pass. He was shaking as he realized why the noise was so nostalgic, and once they passed he started laughing out loud, a sound that was not warm like the ones they knew, but that of something not entirely... sane and decent. He turned and gave them an evil smirk, before jerking his head at the vehicles. "Why so scared? Those were lesser versions of the things back home. You know, from the stories that I told and no one really believed. Multi-ton steel fighting vehicles that could destroy dragons with a single shot and move two or even three times faster than a sprinting horse, weapons capable of killing hundreds without pause. Yes, I begin to believe I am, in fact, likely the only person here that can counter those kinds of things, but that was dumb luck that one time. You might be in bigger trouble than I thought, and this just proves the likely backer of this progress is not only a fool, but a thrice damned foolish idiot. Humans are the most dangerous creatures you will EVER encounter, and those things are why. Add in our willingness to kill thousands of us to get one dragon or Fae, and you wonder why your kind is extinct back home."<br/><br/>He shook his head, chuckling, and began moving forward, suddenly in a very good mood for some reason. He was actually humming under his breath, a song for the death of dreams and hopes, already plotting how to take those out.