[He's a little caught off guard by the magic comment, considering the fact that he comes from a world which has none. Crazy creatures composed of medals who were created eight hundred years ago, yes, but not necessarily magic.]

I wouldn't call it magic, but whatever's happening here is a lot bigger than all of us. It keeps looking like whoever wakes up here and isn't a native isn't affected by any of it. No one's found a pattern yet, though. It's a huge, confusing mess.

[This brought a new theory up in his mind. Maybe the longer one was exposed to the environment here, the less resistant they became to whatever it was. Or it was a mass hallucination. He still believed the possibility of that last part.]