Mikhael stood there, unsure of what to say. He wasn't even sure where he was. What did she call it, again? She had just said it.
"Palace of Dreams," he said, not realizing he was speaking out loud. "Sure. My name is Mikhael." He looked around himself, admiring the architecture and style of the building. He had never really seen a building like this before. "Tall," he said out loud, again. Musing to himself, but not at a volume typical of such an action.
The building had almost a gothic feel to it, tall pillars, high arches, detailed carvings in the masonry. But gothic wasn't quite right. Mikhael started to focus on it, but he couldn't concentrate. He wasn't interested in architecture.
He turned back to the.....lady? that had talked to him just moments ago. It finally dawned on him that his conversational partner had no legs. "Wow," he said. "Have you always been like that? Why am I here?"
Those knights had been none-too-gentle with Mikhael. He had been wading towards an upwards flowing waterfall when they had taken him out of the water and dragged him here. They had surrounded him, not even allowing him to view his surroundings. How boring. He wanted to go back to the waterfall.
"Hey, do you know how to get back to that waterfall?" He asked, bluntly. He looked around, as if he would see it around his shoulder.