[He shrugs.] We're all here together, no point keeping information that could help someone a secret.

[That said, he is silent for a moment as he recalls what events have happened.]

Wonderland has changed entirely twice now. The first time it was a tavern shrouded in perpetual rain, and the forest surrounding it. We couldn't use anybody's name, either? We had to refer to each other with titles, like The Refugee, or The Pilgrim.

[That had been particularly frustrating.]

The second time was... Also a shack in the woods, actually. No rain but plenty of strange creatures I've never seen before. And they seemed to be profiting off them...? The Mystery Shack, I think the sign said.