"Sorry..." He closes his eyes again for a moment before forcing them open. He's trying to be still but he can't stop the trembling no matter how hard he tries. He has very little idea what is going on here, it is like arriving in West Town all over again. No knowledge of how to survive here.

No stupid questions was a rule there as well. He watched further letters being carved, watched the blood well up. The cuts are not deep, they aren't going to cause him any serious harm. It's just pain. He tries to tell himself all of this.

He opens his mouth a few times, as if he is going to speak but closes it again. No stupid questions... "Is Cyrillic the name of your language? Where do you come from?"

Curiosity is one of his more annoying traits.