"None that I know of. It was more that it was like walking through a war zone to get here. I suppose a few people in those odd uniforms might not be all that fond of me. I had to fight a few of them just to get here. I doubt they're just going to be quietly reopening anything right around here for some time." He can't help but arch an eyebrow slightly at the sight of Azwel blithely picking his clothes out of a tree,

"Is that a common problem? Losing your clothing and not knowing where it's ended up?" oh yes, that's definitely intentional, the way he says that.

He'd really like to also talk about whatever time-shenanigans are happening here, but there's only so much one can do to keep up with Azwel in top conversational form.