[Once again, this fellow's words remind him of Norland. Calgara regards him with a frown, though it's not the angry one of before. He's more assessing, and a bit curious]

You remind me of someone. Someone I've not seen...in a long time. [There's a strange distant tone to his voice, and he looks away, still frowning] He was not so quick to name things the power of the Gods as well. Perhaps you are right.

Where I am from...we do not have things called 'trains'. [He glares suspisciously at the train depot once more, where the shattered glass and metal remain from his abrupt exit] We have boats, and some sail in large ships, but we travel by foot.