Some things are still the same. Ah, how should I put it...
[Still leaned over, he reaches into the folds of his cloak and pulls out a pocket watch on a long golden string. It's an old fashioned one that requires winding, so it's anyone's guess where he managed to acquire such a thing here. He opens it up, lifts it high enough that they can both see the face of it.]
Time passes the same for most people, according to the hands of the clock. The seconds tick the same here as they do back home, so I can only assume that this is true for most people who arrive here. You know Oz, but have you met any others with the family name of Baskerville here?
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[Still leaned over, he reaches into the folds of his cloak and pulls out a pocket watch on a long golden string. It's an old fashioned one that requires winding, so it's anyone's guess where he managed to acquire such a thing here. He opens it up, lifts it high enough that they can both see the face of it.]
Time passes the same for most people, according to the hands of the clock. The seconds tick the same here as they do back home, so I can only assume that this is true for most people who arrive here. You know Oz, but have you met any others with the family name of Baskerville here?