Mystery, as far as anyone can tell. The air is thick with magic, which I'm sure may help round out whatever explanation we may find, but I can't sense the Fade here.

[That, he has to admit, is disconcerting.]

We're surrounded by-- well, the manor's residences. Each of them claims to be from another world; some are content here, some not so much. There are also horses-- and an alarming number of dogs. We might as well be in Ferelden.

[Ew.]