[Another soldier, it seemed, or some type of semblance of one. Not that it mattered - any intelligent life that could shed some light on his predicament was a blessing, even if he didn't quite understand most of what he was being told.

He sighs once, trying to pick himself up off the sandy shore, but finding his movements stiff and difficult. He wasn't expecting to live after the explosion at the Great Clock. It... would take some time to readjust.]

I assure you, I've endured far worse than a mere cold. Your concern is unneeded.

[Oof, that was sure a loud crick in his back. But he was standing now.]

Are you going to be like the others and claim I've 'been here before'? Because I assure you, this realm is entirely foreign to me.