Michael. Why was it always Michael? The one here was so vastly different than the one he knew as well. Duma's jaw tensed for a moment but he went silent for a time. "The mortals are fighting against it as much as they can, as mortals do," he laughed almost sadly, shaking his head, "What else can be said? As you know, this is a place where realities meet, worlds collide. It's separated into smaller lands - one more medieval and upward to highly modern in the large city. I am the lower council representative for Brightford."