"Names're important. People can make their clothes matter too, but names... names connect you to who you were, where you're from, what you've done. Names have roots."

The Winsome Guttersnipe shimmies up a nearby non-fruiting tree and hangs from it by one ankle. "Then again, so do trees, and they hardly matter at all."

"Huh. So where is this place? What plane are we on? Is there a way to get back to where that dragon was without getting ability-drained again?"

"We're in Parabola just at the moment. Close to the Mirrormarches, but still in the Waswood border. And I could put you back with the dragon, but I dunno why you'd want to go. Not your city, is it?"