"I don't-" Wings bristle. "Where am I?"
"Ah man, you're gonna love this place. Top notch. Excellent stuff. Where are you supposed to be?"
"Tris'hath, but this most certainly isn't-"
"Nah. Or at least, I don't think so. We're kind of in a no where zone, y'know?"
"I really don't. I was in the middle of training-"
"Oh yeah? What kind of training? Sounds like a lot. You got powers and shit?"
"*Martial arts* training, if you must know."
"Daaaaang! All that cool kicking and punching and chi stuff, yeah? That's hella cool as balls. They're gonna love you here."
"It doesn't make sense that I'm here. I was just *practicing*, then master Celadil showed up-"
"Who's that? What's that? Another dragon?"
"An elf! A cleric of the highest order who often aids me in my training, but today they just... pulled out this wand."
"Heh heh."
"A *wand*, a magic wand, not a... not a "wand."
"Okay, okay. I got you."
"And they threw it! I thought perhaps I was meant to catch it so I raced after it, but my form must have been terrible because I fell and then... and then..."
"And then you ended up here!"
"Yes, it would seem so."
"Welcome to the empire, my dude! You'll have a ton of fun here."
"Do you think I'm here to stay, then?"
"Oh yeah, one hundo percent."
"Well... is there paint supplies here? Art is my favorite thing and if I'm going to be stuck here..."
"Shit, y'know, I don't even know? I bet we could make some though. You come with me and I'll sort you out. It'll be great!"