He didn't have much of an answer for the last questions beyond the shake of his head. "There are mystics and academics both among the city, but few among the guests... and those who know are not so inclined to share their knowledge or secrets." For that matter, he'd heard they barely even share with each other; but that was an issue he would save for another time. He was sure his archer's new home and knowledge had weight enough upon him.

"As for how long we're meant to stay, I... fear I know even less. But in such a time I've seen power return to a once-dead section of the city... there, across the green." A point of his finger across the park and the river indicated the illuminated Ferris Wheel, in the fifth district. "So if naught else I know our task is neither in vain nor endless."

"...but mayhap I speak overmuch," he concluded. "Six months is hardly time enough to learn a world's secrets."

As he turned to face Gordin, his hand extended in a handshake this time. "I am Ramza. Ramza Beoulve. You'll pardon me for not introducing myself sooner."