[ A part of him wants to continue to search for his sword. His gaze darts back and forth in the subway, trying to judge the size and if he can possibly search it ... but he quickly judges that to be too large a feat. Figuring out where he is and what his circumstances are take precedence.

So he follows her, still somewhat dejected about the sword matter. At least what this Monts says sparks enough interest to serve as a distraction. ]

No name? That's ... strange. [ but admittedly not the strangest part of this, which is why he is able to gloss over it quickly, ] Have you been here a long time? I don't mind a visit, but I was in the middle of something back in Midgand. Which...

[ He glances around again, eyebrow raised, ]

Looks nothing like this place.