Amalia
He lightens up immediately, and Amalia blinks at his sudden effluence, the ease with which he seems to be taking in her change. His surprise at his own lack of clothing is further confirmation of her initial suspicions; the baker bites her lip as he touches his chest, wondering how he will take learning he is in an entirely new world. Over the years she has learned enough to know that Ascended don't seem to exist in any worlds other than Caido and Northaven, though she supposes this man could be a late arrival. "Do you usually?" Maybe this will not surprise him. Maybe he turned before coming here.
Despite being from this place - or because of it, perhaps - Amalia has never been particularly good at explaining to Outlanders what has happened, or how they came to be. "You're in Caido. In the Hollowed Grounds." As though those words will mean anything to him. "You were brought here from your world by... by a force, kind of. The place you came from, it's... it's not here. And I don't think there's a way to go back."
Despite being from this place - or because of it, perhaps - Amalia has never been particularly good at explaining to Outlanders what has happened, or how they came to be. "You're in Caido. In the Hollowed Grounds." As though those words will mean anything to him. "You were brought here from your world by... by a force, kind of. The place you came from, it's... it's not here. And I don't think there's a way to go back."
