"From what?"

"I think he's going to try to come get me back and I think he'd get himself killed in the process."

“Is there a very hazardous plane in between?”

"In between? No. But here or the one they were supposedly aiming for would disagree with him. Maybe unless I distract him with foreign languages long enough."

"Osirion's really not very dangerous. Anyone with a plane shift should be able to stay out of trouble."

"His plane's really different."

"Is he a demon?"

"No! They're called Quendi, or Eldar."

"Thus Quenya?"

"Yeah. Quendi means speakers."

"Are they the only intelligent creatures on their plane?"

"No, there's their gods and then on another continent some people called orcs I didn't meet."

He pulls out a pad of paper and starts taking notes. "Unusual as in different customs or different physical laws?"

"Well, both."

"Which one's the problem, though? Is it dangerous for us to visit there?"

"...that depends, it's possible that the circumstances of my departure constitute a general no-humans policy."

"You're not really explaining very much here."

"I'm sorry, it's complicated, I was there for about twenty years."

" - since you were a baby?"

"No, I'm older than I look. Quendi don't age and everyone was very startled to find that I expected to do so and while the gods were still friendly I got a not-aging blessing. I don't know if it's still working, I haven't been here that long."

" - huh. How did you end up there in the first place -"

"Magical accident at my school. Walked into the wrong room and tripped."

" - into a plane shift?"

"Apparently but I don't know exactly what they were doing and they never followed up in any way."

"They didn't try to get you back? Wow."