Yrael, the Eighth Bright Shiner

"The noise of a battlefield, the noise of a forge, the noise of a king's hall with a dozen Goth and two dozen Romans all speaking at once: - yes, that I am used to!" Teja says. "Also, the hum of voices, mingled with music, at the tavern at the end of the known cosmos. But this is very much different."

Pause, while he looks around, then back at Charlie. "What is it one does in such a place, as this?"