"No. No? The opposite. I mean, we were teleported away during an attack. Then we found ourselves here."

"Away from Oblivion?—wait no you probably were already in Mundus. ...right?"

Head tilt, trying to mentally see those words from another angle in his head. "I don't think so. We are angels, but we left Elysium years ago, and had been living in Prime."

"Those aren't names I'm familiar with," Ruby says, but the tilt of his head suggests he's asking Erandur and not them.

"Nor me."

Ruby turns to look at them again. "And I... assume those aren't realms in Oblivion. Aetherius, maybe? Or... farther?"

"Oh, I see. The magic crossfire caused us to appear in an entirely different world outside the set that we know of."

"That is impossible."

"That should be impossible," Erandur agrees, looking even more suspicious.

"'Less than an hour, maybe'," Ruby repeats, suddenly. "Oh, that motherfucker."

"—you believe this to be the work of Sanguine?"

"Of course it's her, who else would do this?"

"It is... concerning... if a Daedric Prince has this sort of power."

"Do you have Daedra and Aedra wherever you come from?" Ruby asks the two. "—I suppose if you're from beyond the Void there's no reason to believe your spiritual situation would be similar. Actually, how are the two of you speaking Cyrodilic?"

"We are not speaking Cyrodilic. We have a permanent translation effect cast on us. And neither Daedra nor Aedra are translating properly. I can get a sense of spirit or divinity and... ancestry? Or lack of ancestry from Daedra?"

"We were, like, attacked by what I think were just people from our world? Anyway, who is Sanguine?"

"Aedra is the name given to the spirits that participated in the creation of this world, and Daedra is the name given to those that didn't," Ruby explains. "And yeah, the word 'Aedra' means 'our ancestors' in Aldmeri while 'Daedra" means 'not our ancestors'.

"Anywho, Sanguine is a Daedra Lord, meaning he's one of the most powerful. His domains are revelry, pleasure, hedonism, debauchery, and all that jazz, but most relevantly she likes, uh... playing pranks on people. Just for fun. And kidnapping someone from beyond the Void just to see what happens sounds just like her, especially given that you two appeared around me."

"Daedra are still meant to be confined to our local surroundings," Erandur protests. "They should not be able to reach into the Void."

"But if anyone could, it would be her. He has more realms than any other Daedric Prince, no? It wouldn't surprise me if one of those realms happened to stretch into the Void."

To the newcomers: "Come with us? I'll explain more as we go but we're kinda doing a thing here."

"If his pranks involve the meeting of hot naked guys, I can't dislike the dude."

"I would very much like to come with you. We don't have anything to our name in this world, and would like... help with that. We can work to repay you."

"Fifty percent chance your clothes will be wherever our clothes are," Ruby says, turning around and starting to walk the way he came. "Sanguine... has taken a liking to me, and occasionally she expresses that liking by stealing the clothes of everyone around me and stashing them somewhere nearby." He wiggles the staff he's been holding. "He's the one who gave me this staff, and while some people have advised me against using it to avoid drawing Sanguine's attention..."

Erandur harrumphs.

"...nothing really bad has happened to me so far. The staff is what summoned the Dremora," he adds, hiking a thumb in the direction of the demonic dude who hasn't said a word so far. "Dremora don't really consider themselves to have individuality until they've gotten powerful enough to become military leaders. The ones I can summon prefer to be treated as entirely interchangeable and to be referred to using the pronoun 'it'."