After calming everyone down, Nix was escorted to the main building of the town, learning this was the Town Hall used for all important gatherings and negotiations if there were any. To sum it up, it looked like something a viking village would have.
The wooden walls were adorned with various heads of species she'd never seen before. A deer with crystal horns that'd been long cut off, a large fox with deep black horns, also cut off, even a giant rabbit head with razor sharp teeth instead of herbivores teeth. The end of the hall sat a large chair covered in various leathers of multiple species, guarded by two fires that sat on metal pans held up by wood.
The table itself was long enough to hold a party of 20 on each side, and wide enough for regular people to have their food and have someone walk down the middle easily. A fire pit separated the end of the table and the large chair.
Instead of sitting in the chair, the Chief Instead sat across from Nix, who had set her helmet down and folded her arms on her chest. To the left of her stood a Stone-Folk who introduced himself as Vern, built almost entirely like the man she'd treated earlier, save for the younger appearance and had a beard that completely covered his face. Vela sat on her right with her head on the table. It was obvious how exhausted she was now as everything had finally settled down.
Nix couldn't help by give the Oracian a soft smile, thinking how cute the girl looked. Hearing a cough, her head slowly turned to the Chief, who had his hands held together on the table.
"My apologies Miss Nix, but Dru'ven are currently not a good sight for those of us in this village."
She waited a second for him to explain, but was met with silence. With a sigh, she went back to her old habit of rubbing the bridge of her nose and holding her free hand up in exasperation. "Can we not be a tease and just explain?"
The Chief raised his brow and looked at Vern next to her. All he did was raise his own brow at how ridiculous he thought the situation was. At this response, the Elf sat back stroked his chin as he contemplated how to explain everything. "Well, Miss Nix-"
"Just Nix is fine." She interrupted in a nonchalant tone.
"Uhm, as you wish. Well, Nix, do you perhaps not know about the war currently going on?"
"Truthfully, no. All I know is that I awoke not to far from here wounded and alone. If it wasn't for the smell of blood, I wouldn't have even come here at all." Her tone was that of someone who was just tired. Once again, she found herself rubbing the bridge of her nose. She could slowly feel the exhaustion from having to little blood catching up now that her adrenaline high had come down. Of course, she stuck to her old habits and chose ot ignore it.
"I'm guessing you don't know where you come from or who your family is?"
"I don't have family here, and where I come from is not important. Not like you'd believe me anyway."
The silence that followed after was deafening. Only the crackle of the nearby fires and shouts outside of people calling out orders could be heard among the four in the room. The three around Nix exchanged glances with eachother, filled with disbelief and pity.
"Uhm, if you could try, it'll ease everyone here to know you aren't an enemy." The Chief finally broke the silence as he held one hand up towards her.
Nix paused for a second as she weighed her options. It was fair for them to think of her as a threat because of how she fought. Though if it was because of her being of a specific race, this had to be cleared up quickly. Finally letting out a sigh, she brought her left arm up and flexed it to show the screen on her forearm. Tapping a few lights on the glass, she opened her palm up to bring up a projection of her world.
She didn't bother reacting to the sudden jump of the three around her as they went on guard. Instead, she looked the Chief in the eyes. "This is my world, Earth. It's where I spent my life before being killed and sent here by my Goddess, Mother Moon."
As she spoke, the projection zoomed in on a landmass, until it showed a city filled with tall and short buildings made of both wood and metal. Though there wasn't any color besides the blue that outlined everything, the three could clearly see it was in ruins. Faded blue showed smoke emerging from flaming buildings and strange metal structures between them. Some figures moved and caused explosions where ever they looked while others looked at them. "The scene I'm showing you here is the battle I witnessed before I met my own end. A final battle, I guess is the gist of it."
The three lowered their guard and leaned in to watch the projection. Vela was the first to catch on that the figures wore the same armor and used the same tools as Nix did. Though the one that spoke up was the Chief, who furrowed his brow at the projection. "I sense no Mana being used from you, how are you doing this?"
"I suppose Mana is what you call Aether here then. To answer your question, it's not Magic, instead it's, in the simplest terms, a machine that holds various metals and other things to made this happen through electricity made by Mana."
"And those of your world..."
"No, we cannot use Mana. Only the God's could use Magic. Not that it did them any good anyway."
She spoke softly at the end, not heard by the three who watched as a man was torn apart by a tank firing its machine gun at them. Realizing it was probably to much, she ended the projection and folded her arms back over her chest. "So, do you believe me now, Mr. Chief?"
It took a bit for the three to process what they'd witnessed. They'd all seen their fair share of war and listened to the tales, but this was nothing they could ever imagine. It was ruthless, merciless even as they recalled that last scene. It really brought home that she was indeed from another world, as no one could think of such contraptions or use this machinery in their world.
The Chief then fell back into his chair and sighed, rubbing his face with both hands. "First, allow me to apologize Nix. With all that happened, we could only think of you as another Dru'ven Knight that came to wipe us out."
"That happens a lot I'm guessing?" Nix asked as she raised her brow at the Elf.
"Only once. They were also a scout like those out there. The difference is that we had no way to fight back. We lost half of our soldiers just from one spell from him. After that, he deemed us as not apart of the rival army and left us alone." As the Chief finished explaining, the doors suddenly burst open to reveal a the Stone-Folk she'd treated earlier, covered head to toe in splatters of blood that weren't there when she had treated him.
"Chief, we found out who they are."