They've spun this unholy web of lies and half-truths so thoroughly that he is no longer sure which parts of this are true and which parts are not. Up is down! Cats and dogs, living together! Real or not real?

(A much less scary concept when it's not sitting in his room at three in the morning staring at a face banging at the window and trying to determine if he's crazy or haunted and about to be dead.)

I'm learning so much today. About the city, about slightly inappropriate signs... Did you know the, he does a couple vague gestures, wanting to use a word he doesn't know how to sign until he gives up and spells it out, squirrely guy at the inn once punched a dragon?