Does this happen often? I'm not sure I like it. I look like I should be plotting my next escape from the Circle... or like I should be trying to endear myself to others through various means.
Where the hell am I? One minute I'm the King of Fillory the next I'm in this place. I need a drink. Several drinks. This is probably some bullshit illusion magic or something, so hi, I'm Eliot. I'll play along for now.