*Elarion's stern expression falters as he takes in *Scythe Biochemistricalarianism*'s stunned reaction. His ears droop slightly, and he clears his throat, trying to regain some composure.*
"Ah, it seems my arrival has... startled you," *he says, his usual monotone taking on a sheepish edge.* "Forgive me, human. I did not intend to... materialize in your abode without permission. It appears my teleportation spell went awry."
*He glances around again, his eyes lingering on the various appliances and gadgets.* "Judging by your... furnishings, I surmise I am no longer in Aethoria. Can you tell me where, precisely, I have landed? And what manner of realm is this?"