Gandalf heard a female voice; in the tone it seemed to him a kind one. So he turned to the fiery haired young woman, shifting to lean against his staff as his lips curved into a light smile “Ah good tidings my lady…yes I do believe I have lost my way…Is this not the lands of Middle-Earth? However this…” Gesturing with his staff about them “Does not resemble the great cities of man…Rohan or Gondor… these must be unseen lands by my eyes…very strange..” He shook his alabaster-hued head in perplexity, rather distressed by his sudden confusion. Finally the elder wizard offering her another smile that seem to have a comfort to it very much like calm setting itself about them as Gandalf himself stilled his worries for now. He pressed a pale hand to his chest above his heart as he introduced himself “I am Gandalf the White…”