He looks so much like old creatures who lived beneath the hills, her mind immediately went to old ideas of the Fair Folk. Certainly, he had the eyes for one who spent their life under the ground. Lysandra began to kneel down to try and match his stature, using her pole as a balance. Whatever manner of being he was, those garments had seen far better days...

"In truth, no. Only one person in my family can kind of manage that sort of thing, and it's all illusions. Whatever door I walked through to get here, I'm sure I'll find another that will lead back out."