Ohhh, brother, Locke wanted to say and throw his hands up to the air and let it come slamming down to the counter. All along, he thought he'd been talking to a native and apparently, Sungmin was also displaced? What gives! The entire time this was in his thought process, Locke pressed his lips together and took a healthy gulp of his beer. Oh brother.
"I'm from Kohlingen," he repeated -- and then he realized that that was probably not what Sungmin was asking him. "No, I don't remember what my 'world' was called. Its name is lost in ancient history, none of us remember it anymore. But umm...let's just say I come from a place where magic exists...except not anymore. Forget that," he scratched at his head as he turned the tables to Sungmin. "How did you get here exactly?"