Matlal looks towards the Eladrin with a wry smirk and leans in. "Ja like exotic t'ings, yaya? Da's fine, fine. Is good ta see da worl', righ'?" The tone at first is vaguely chiding, but he seems to humor the wizard. "Questions, slowly--one at a time--righ'. Come from? Atetlantli, in the Valley...