"Yes yes, my name is Aneirin, a bard extraordinaire."
The troubadour warmly shook hands with Claud Venice, the two happily smiling. When it was Zodiak's turn, he neither spoke nor raised his hands, turning the atmosphere awkward.
"Don't mind him, he's a bit shy."-Aneirin
"A-ah, alright." Claud nodded his head then guided the two upstairs, to his respectable home. He prepared two cups of hot tea for them then waited for them to calm down before talking.
Zodiak remained oddly silent and unresponsive while Aneirin was looking around, fascinated by all the foreign machines decorating the room.
"That's called a TV. It can broadcast many things like movies and news from all over the world."
Claud was patient as he explained some of the things to the curious bard.
At some point, the silent Zodiak raised his head and stared at Claud with his usual expressionless face.
"Where are we?"