Cham Cham (re:Igno): Well, Cham Cham never see nothing like this place... Lotta houses stack on top of one another, and those things that horse pull... What name again... Charlotte? No... Carrot? ... Well, something like it... Except with no horse... And Cham Cham and Paku Paku not find any bananas here! ._.
A large elderly trollkin with pale skin wanders through the streets. He appears somewhat lost, occasionally stopping to look around and murmuring to himself in a rough language before kneeling down to feel the ground at his feet with a large four-fingered hand. Each time he sighs and gets up again. He stops when he notices the group, running his thumb along the calcified growths on his chin while looking at them with white pupil-less eyes that nontheless appear to work just fine.
<"Hrm... So there are Humans in this strange place. Maybe they know where I am"> he says more to himself than to anybody in particular before slowly approaching the group, stopping just a few feet away from them.
"Greetings humans. I am Holdar Toborg, a humble shaman of Dhunia. It appears I am lost in this strange settlement. can you tell me where we are?"
Your mind is a software. Program it. Your body is a shell. Change it. Death is a disease. Cure it. Extinction is approaching. Fight it."New York, you say? That doesn't sound like the name of any human settlement I know. It surely doesn't sound Ordic to me... Though I'm beginning to think I am not in the land the humans call Ord anymore. I have visited human towns before, but never something as vast and loud as this place."
Your mind is a software. Program it. Your body is a shell. Change it. Death is a disease. Cure it. Extinction is approaching. Fight it.Holdar nods at Cham-Cham by way of greeting. "Greetings, young one. I guess you are not from here either?"
His eyes widen ever so slightly at Igno's words, though he quickly regains his composure. "Earth? Well thank you, I suppose. Sweet Dhunia, this day just keeps getting stranger."
Your mind is a software. Program it. Your body is a shell. Change it. Death is a disease. Cure it. Extinction is approaching. Fight it.

Medic: That's one way of putting it...
"Wings are an unecessary safety feature"