The gnome's smile is warm, and therefore hopefully reassuring. "I've been here since autumn, and winter's coming to a close now. It's..." He trails off, searching for words. "Its got a lot of good points. Most people are upset to have been brought here against their will, though. You're really taking it in stride."

That's going to be an asset. Better to approach things with a can-do attitude, in Barcus' humble opinion, than begin with resentment. Even if you're the victim of a supernatural abduction, you'll get further with action than with irritation. "They want our help, anyway, so it's only fair they make sure we have shelter and food. You'll probably find money in your pocket by tomorrow morning, or Bonita will leave some at your door. The currency is called Bones, but they're...not actually bones, they're just coins."

He offers a handclasp. "My name is Barcus. Barcus Wroot. I'm sort of a tinkerer and smith, here."