Unearthly blue light and a talking man of steel. He's getting used to it by the minute, becoming more fascinated than wary. And why is it that the questions he asks spawn even more questions. Where is this Last City, if it is on Earth? The same Earth as many others? He doesn't recognise the word at all.
'Fjerda,' he answers, not expecting recognition. Because he is, at least, very typically Fjerdan in appearance, in nearly every respect almost identical to what one might expect of a Scandinavian, on Earth. 'My name is Matthias Helvar. This,' nodding to the wolf, 'is Trassel. We have been here for two days.'
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'Fjerda,' he answers, not expecting recognition. Because he is, at least, very typically Fjerdan in appearance, in nearly every respect almost identical to what one might expect of a Scandinavian, on Earth. 'My name is Matthias Helvar. This,' nodding to the wolf, 'is Trassel. We have been here for two days.'