"FAQ, is this what I think it is"
Matt thought, panicked as he blankly stares at the fire. As he sits on a felled log and his rifle a SOPMOD block 2 m4a1, lays on his lap.While being a clone it is still very customizable to fit any situation.
"Sorry for my bluntness, but I cannot contain my curiosity.Where have did you acquire such weapon,marksman??"
"Dwarves have the habits of giving nicknames based a person's profession".
Aliathra interjects, seeing Matt's expression.
"Now, may I ask where do you come from.None of what you own, I have never seen"
Aliathra said as Belgium the dwarf nods and plays with his braided beard.
The questions pulls Matt out of his, reverie and said," Got lost and ended up where I found you".He then follows it up with a question.
"Where are we"
"We are near the border of the nation Albany and Schremele and a day's ride away from the town of belfast".
"I really are in another world"
Says Matt as a grin creeps into his face.
"M, lady the food is ready" said Irys the maid, of whom the author almost forgot existed.
After a rowdy meal, thanks to a drunk dwarf. Matt sighs while lying on the cargo bed near a vault and a few boxes of cloths.
"What are you thinking" Aliathra suddenly said as she sat near Matt.
Matt doesn't respond.
"You did not answer the dwarf.I see that you are not from here, you seem not to know what magic is, while owning objects not been seen before"
Questions Aliathra.
Matt takes a long sigh as he deliberates on what he would say but eventually.
"I'm from Texas and I was going to a friends house, but then I took a turn on the road then found myself here!?
"I may not know where that is but you can find your way back eventually" said Aliathra with a yawn as she slowly laid near Matt and uses his arm as a pillow.