Aerlin withdrew a bit toward Bringer, who snapped at this unexpected (and almost certainly unwanted) arrival, "Who are you, how did you get here, what do you think you're doing, and what in the nine hells are you blabbering about?"
"Well, uh, my name's, uh, Solice," he seemed to say it as if he'd just remembered it. "I, uh, fell off my dragon, you see during the storm, which I happily note has abated, and that's how I got here. I'm not really doing much of anything right now, though I am in quite a bit of pain."
Bringer did not get the sense that he was lying, though there was something profoundly odd about the fellow; it almost sounded like he was making this up as he went along.
"You said you recognized us," Aerlin spoke, "but I'm certain I've never met you before in my life."
"Yes, well, that's right. I realize now that I haven't met you it's just that..."
"What?" hissed Bringer.
"Well, I'm not really supposed to say."
"I think it would be an extraordinarily bad idea if you did not."
"Ahhh well, alright." Solice put a hand to the side of his mouth and leaned forward a bit. "I've seen the future," he whispered with authority. "It's a very unpleasant place and I suggest you die young so that you never have to experience it."
Well, that likely explained it; the man was crazy, but Bringer was still annoyed that this senile fellow had just dropped in on them, and there still was the matter of his curious entrance...
"Say," spoke Solice, "I have to admit that I got a bit disoriented up on that dragon, and I've quite honestly forgotten where exactly I am. I don't suppose you could point me in the direction of the nearest town?"