Maggie nodded and stepped around the counter, cloth in hand to stand at his back. "While you strip out of the jacket and shirt, I'll give you a little background on where you are, deal?" She didn't wait for an answer. "You're in a town, well, city now, I suppose, called Faelan's Folly. Most of us who've been around awhile just call it Folly, or the Folly. A few, I've heard, refer to it more as 'this fucking town' but I don't take offense. Call it whatever you wish." Maggie went on to give him the rest - how he was pulled from wherever he'd been and that they existed apart from the world he'd come from, and everything else that went along with it.

When she was finished and starting to look over the wounds, she paused. "Any questions?"