[ Ugh! Being followed gets a face out of him but even more so when the other attempts to strike up conversation. Alas... he has to admit - not outloud of course - that he needs information and this is the best way to get it.

Once they're a distance away from the fog, enough his mind is finally clearing and he's not seeing Caramel Arrow everywhere, he glances to the other. ]

It is clearly Black Magic of a most sinister type. One that twists and warps the mind, poisons the spirit, and stains the soul. That we have traversed through it and came out unscathed is troublesome. As for our location, if this is not a hallucination brought upon by our troubled minds, then I am sadly at a loss. Though it reminds me of the Villages back home, quaint and... humble.

[ His tone says boring and plain, and he hates it. And he will not ask what the Oven happened to him. Disgusting. Gross. He's hideous. ]