A fascinating new world.

[Kylo Ren]

You ever have one of those moments, where it seemed like only minutes had passed but in fact it had been hours? Devon was having one of those at this very moment, and the only thing that brought him back to reality was the growling of his stomach. He wasn't exactly sure how things worked here but if he had been taken just after he had breakfast, and his stomach was growling now, then it had to have been awhile since he last ate, but didn't he just start his research?

Looking down at his journal he saw this was not so, or at least that there was plenty written there. He wasn't sure exactly how much could be considered research since after awhile he apparently just started doodling and writing down all the questions about this place that had started to come to mind. Closing the book and putting it away, Devon stood up and stretched before taking his ruck sack and putting it back on and heading off from the fountain into the vast whiteness of what ever this place was.

Still, it was all fascinating to him, the amount of raw magical talent needed to do something like this? It wouldn't just be the plant stuff the elves do, or the elemental magics of the fae or whatever. This here? This seemed like a level of magic above anything Devon has ever seen before, if only he could learn it's secrets.

Wait, he was doing it again, letting his attention wander like that.

With a soft sigh and a shake of his head Devon picked a random direction and started to walk, at least for a little while before he stopped and took out his journal again to write more. Just a few minutes out from the fountain and already he had seen more races, people, and things then he thought he would have back home. He had decided it might be best to keep his book out to write in as he went, otherwise he might miss something!

While there wasn't much in the way of landscape eventually he came to the edge of the area, and then following it around he found a gate, then another, each looking radically different from each other. It had taken him at least a few hours, or more judging by how hungry he was, to get to this point and he was hoping he could get some answers soon.

All he knew is that the gate he was currently standing by was clean cut stone, and a few folks in armour had come out and generally avoided him, they seemed like they had something important to do so he didn't bother them. The armour they wore though wasn't too familiar to Devon, but it did have a sort of a twelfth century vibe to it, possibly fourteenth? It made him absolutely curious about what was on the other side of this gate, and he was about to blindly walk through when a familiar voice caught his attention.

”Oh, S'you agains.” Devon looked over, and then down, for the person speaking only to be greeted with a rather familiar, and overly green, face. To his credit this time he didn't make a fool of himself by almost jumping out of his skin in fright, he did stare for a bit longer then would be considered polite though.

“AH! Hello again sir, it is funny running into you again so soon! Well, I guess not that soon. It has been a couple of hours at least, hasn't it?” The goblin just looked at Devon for a brief moment before sighing and shrugging its' shoulders a bit.

”I guess. What you doings here?” It was Devons' turn to shrug before he answered.

“I am actually not sure, I was wandering around and taking some notes about this place at first.” Devon showed the goblin his book, though the creature seemed rather unimpressed with it, before he continued. “Then I came across this gate, and another one before it, and was just wondering where it led to so I was about to head in!”

”S'Camelot.” Devon's eyebrow rose at this, Camelot? THE Camelot? Round tables and all? Surely it couldn't be. ”Theres other gates too, eights of them. Some goes to nice places, somes don't. This ones is ok, I guess. Tangled Greens' da best.”

“Yes, really? Eight of them you say, and this one leads to Camelot? THE Camelot, with King Arthur and his knights?” The goblin rolled his eyes at this one.

”S'not Arthur, S' Aragon. Lots of other folks too, I goes there sometimes with messages. Some peoples there kicks me, so I bites there shins!” The goblin grinned showing a row of rather pointy looking teeth.

“Ah, yes, noted.” Devon scratched at his beard a bit, it needed to be trimmed soon, because it helped him think. “So it is not Arthur in charge then, it is a shame. You know there was a rumour that King Arthur was actually a Roman solider stationed in Britain that stayed on after they left the island? At least it was something like that. There are so many rumours and half truths, plus a lot of people who say it is just made up, it would have been nice to get some facts on the situation.”

[b]”You never shuts up, do you?” Devon looked at the small creature, remembering last time they spoke, and then laughed.

“No, I guess I do not. I guess I just get excited sometimes and I have all these questions, all these thoughts to get out of my head, and it is a lot worse when I actually have an audience around and” Devon paused mid sentence and then blinked, “I am doing it again, I am sorry about that Sir. Please, don't let me keep you anymore.”

The goblin just grunted, then kept on walking. It made Devon wonder what the goblin did that he was always walking around like that, but in the end dropped the thought. There was something else he had to decide right now, was he going to step through this gate or not.