"That I do not. Do I take it from that question that you have at least a passing knowledge of this place?" For he had a name, a destination. That was more than Clef had at the moment. Clef... had a theory. A strong one, given the circumstances, but a theory none the less. And the theory was about the who and they why and the how. As this man looked nothing like the Magic Knights, he no longer held a theory about the where.