The future is a dark place. We all die there.

[fromthethorns]

While only fourteen, Jorg did not give off the air of someone you wanted to mess around with. Tall and fit enough to pass as someone in their early twenties, he wore chainmail and a black lacquered breastplate and a long sword buckled at his belt. None for show either, the armor was scared and scuffed from use, and he wore his blade expertly. He'd seen more battles then most men triple his age and an invisible dark and bloody aura always hung about him like a cloud.  It was always quite unsettling to the mindsworn psychics of his own world.

Speaking of his world, this certainly wasn't it.  There were similarities, in odd ways.  Many of the buildings resembles the constructions of the ancient Builders.  Structures made of poured stone and metal and perfectly clear glass.  He'd initially been enraged at the detour, cold and hateful aura engulfing the area around him.  He quickly warmed up to the idea though.  This little diversion could potentially unearth him a wealth of knowledge of the ancient civilization that came before him.

Significantly more calm and in an infinitely better mood he crosses his arms behind his head after crumbling the now read pamphlets and tossing them in a bin.

"Anyone want to tell a newcomer what's fun to do around here?"