Aibghalien dropped back down to the floor, landing lightly, as another being accosted him. Quickly, the elf ran his eyes over the human in appraisal, learning what he could by observation.

"I'm not the source of this abduction; we've clearly been taken by a being of substantially higher power. Given a lack of further evidence to contradict the greeting presented to us I recommend we make the tentative assumption of truth as a basis for proceeding." Reflexively the elf reached for something no longer there, sighed, and ran a hand through his hair instead. He stopped, horrified, as he realized just how much goop was in that hair.

"Ugh." He snapped his fingers, and abruptly the Staceysnot dissipaed from his body, leaving him clean. Still naked. But clean. "In any case," he continued as if nothing had happened, "I'm presently reluctant to employ any experimental arcana on our surroundings, given that it might have an adverse effect on..." He waved a hand at the countless pods around them.