"Not really,' Sabin answered. "I've been here long enough to know that I've been through more in our world than you guys, and that some weird guy named Timon is the 'mayor,' and that I came through the Muspelheim gate. That and the blue-haired, scarred person, who I think might have been trying not to be suspicious and condescending. He was pretty good at being both." Sabin spoke more or less matter-of-factly, it wasn't like any of this was very important to him, not yet. He was just happy his friends were here.

Ever the one to stay on his feet, Sabin quickly changed the subject to something more pressing--food and lodgings. "So, where should we go?"