"I am Galvin." Galvin thought for a moment, weighing what could happen, based on what he said next. "And the dragon soul residing within me is known as Gadar-Voljin. I prefer to call him Voljin."

Noctixmo was busy looking ahead. He looked carefully at the distant hills and saw something poking up ever so slightly behind it. Looks like a building. Some kind of spire or skyscraper. He let go of his blade and started walking in the direction of the hills.

"Ahoy, man in the black short-coat!" Galvin called to the man in the black jacket, "A name would be appreciated before we try to figure out what we were brought here for!"

Justine chuckled quietly. Building it is at this point.

Galvin looked rather unimpressed. "I suppose we are."

He's being rather secretive, Galvin. I suggest we spray some poison in his ears when the others aren't looking and play it off, before he tries to kill us. 

I'm gonna play this one out. See how it goes.

Don't screw this up.

Mickey huffed and began following the stranger.

Noctixmo traversed the hill. It was quite steep. As he reached the top the sun started to shine down on him. He took a moment to take in the view.


This can't be our world.

Below, the rest of the rolling fields were filled with what looked like a herd of deer, buffalo and various other herbivores. That wasn't what caught Noctixmo's eye though. Ahead, that spire had turned out to be the tip of an enormous castle surrounded by much more modern structures. Nothing the likes of which he had seen before. He could hear the ambience of traffic all the way from here, and the city seemed to be some bizarre clash of modern and rather historic design. The city was walled off and in the centre of a large lake which seemed to function like a moat. The bridge connecting the city entrance to the outside world was made of asphalt and connected to a road. 

Mickey stepped up beside and snickered at his observations. "Those would be roads and cars. That is a weird looking city though."

Galvin's sharp green eyes returned to normal as he looked at Mickey. "From the sounds of it, the moving machines are cars, so I assume the dark substance with its stripes are roads? What purpose do they carry?"

"Uh, roads are strips of a smooth, hardened mixture of fine rock and water, so that cars can travel easier? And cars," she looked at the other girl, Justine. How does she explain cars? "Do you have carriages? Where you're from?"

"Ah yes, we have carriages at home too!" Galvin added, his eyes returning to dragon mode as he watched the cars move along the roads.

"Is it advanced machinery or magic?" Galvin asked, observing the machines move still. "They seem very mechanically based. The wheels rotate at incredible speeds to propel it forward, and the wheels all turn at the same time to allow it to change direction."