[The elf’s explanation for how he’s come to be here brings a slightly worried frown to Liem’s face. He well knows by now that shard-bearers sometimes wander to the Tree without their say or knowledge, sometimes to vanish entirely, but this is the first he’s heard of someone missing weeks of time elsewhere. What on earth is lurking in the Below, to have bespelled this man so thoroughly?]

It would have been weeks, at least. The last information forums were held early in Iqnu, and the month is almost over now.

[Keen eyes, pale blue against a black backdrop, regard the other man’s calm appearance. Aside from the need for a wash, he does not look as Liem might expect from someone confessing that he doesn’t know why he’s here or what day it is. But then, if his last memories are of the end of his world and the confusion following it, perhaps this circumstance is not so much stranger. And he still recalls the elf’s greeting, the one that had suggested he was used to being perceived as a threat despite his small stature and lack of obvious weaponry.]

Can I guide you somewhere? Are you hungry? Thirsty?

[Or maybe he’d just like a bath and a change of clothes.]