"That too," he admitted looking at the odd fastenings, mostly at the zipper on the jeans. "This is the oddest wool I have ever handled," he admitted. He looked around the room again, steeling himself. Whatever this boy wanted... So far other than knowing Bae's name and claiming to know his father... Other than that he had so far been playing it streight, as far as Bae could tell.

The house, this odd hut-castle... It was odd.... But he didn't see any of his father in it. No spinning wheel as of yet, nothing that looked like anything his father would have liked. So maybe the name thing... Okay, maybe he couldn't explain the name thing, but maybe... Maybe the fther comment is what passed for a greetig in this odd place. Im a world without magic... Any number of things could be odd. Best to learn things, he supposed, sooner rather than later. And it would be nice to have a friend, to finally have a friend again...