Nev had just gotten a hold of his senses and was starting to take in the surroundings in more detail. Godsforsaken landscape, Fara's head, giant crater, river of something he really didn't want to get on him....<br/><br/>Then pain exploding across his face and a storm of the old tongue. He restrained himself from hitting her back. First, because that wasn't the sort of thing that a gentleman did to any woman. Second, because he was pretty sure she could easily hand him his elven ass if she put her mind to it. Keeper training. It could make anyone as tough as an old oak plank, and Fara had been pretty able-bodied even back when he knew her.<br/><br/>He could still yell, though, matching her in volume and intensity. The silvered syllables of the elven tongue were surprisingly well suited to invective when the occasion arose. "<em>What in hell was that for? You think I had something to do with this? You're the one who just came here from the sacred Village of Ancient-Magic-Dripping-Out-Of-Our-Arses. I'm a thief. I steal things. I don't do... all this</em>"<br/><br/>They'd been teleported, he figured. Nev didn't know much about magic, but there was a war on, and everyone had heard tall tales about the wizards that fought in it. At least they didn't seem to be in any immediate danger, though their shouting had probably been heard for miles. He spun around, hoping to find some sign of whoever had brought them here.