[Dimitri may not be as brilliant as someone like Claude, but he's plenty clever on his own. He's already done some poking around, and it didn't take him long to figure out that almost no one here is from the same world he is. He shakes his head.]

No one here seems to have heard of it. The majority of people I have spoken with seem to be from a world called Earth. I suppose that it makes sense. Time and space mean little to gods and demons. What truly surprises me is that we all seem to understand each other's words. I wonder what manner of spell is being employed to allow us to communicate?