They escorted me through the labyrinth of halls and corridors. While I could see other people going about their business, none of them afforded more than a brief glance in my direction. My wrists chaffed in their metal bonds. They were much more effective than the flimsy things used back home. My captors, wearing outfits of black and white, and dark spectacles that obscured their faces, strode on either side of me, keeping me moving ever onwards.
Though I feared for my life, I took heart in what my friend had told me just the day prior. "If they catch you, just answer their questions. They don't hurt you if you go along.", he had said. He should know... He's been here for much longer than I have. One of the first sentients, having arrived six months ago, bringing his entire cabin along with him. Jarod was always willing to share his advice with me. I can only hope that he is right.
We seem to have arrived. A small room with a table and three chairs is what is there to greet me. I take a seat where directed and cast a glance at the two men. Not like the men I recall. They were taller, and shaved, almost every one of them. Their smell was also less offensive. It seems bathing is very much a custom here. My reverie is broken as I realize I'm missing what they're saying
"... were you there?", the taller of the two asks. It takes me a moment to realize what he had asked, responding in a faintly wavering tone, "I was on my way to work. I'm a singer at the Screeching Cat, on Fifth Street?" A nervous smile, returned with stern expressions. "Your name is John Doe, according to your papers." the other man reports, leaning in close, too close. I feel my pulse quicken as he invades my personal space, glaring at me through those dark lenses, "What is your real name, offworlder."
"MEC!", goes flashing through my thoughts as my heart jumps, and I begin to sweat coldly. My friend's advice was about normal police, not the MEC. Why were they questioning me? I hadn't broken any laws I am aware of. I surely didn't use magic. "Galaden, of the house Silverleaf... Did..." My words are cut short as the tall man intercedes, "We'll do the questioning here, Galaden. You arrived here a month ago. We want some information from you." I audibly sighed. Information! That I can do. "Assuredly, I will provide what I may." I reply with regaining bravery.

The door swings open to the building I was taken into not an hour ago, and I'm set free. I give a glance at my watch, noticing that I'm now quite late for work. "Why do these humans keep such close track of time", I murmur to myself as I hustle down the street towards gainful employment. I would complain about the MEC, but I suppose they are needed. Like the adventurers and heroes, in a fashion. Oddly, on some level, I wasn't really that mad. With all this strangeness about me, it's not often that I get asked about home.