Welcome to Baedel, Bones. For Boromir it was the opposite: he started off knowing only about very low-level technology (clockwork, really), and everything else seemed hundreds of years ahead. At least he's been here longer and gotten used to it by now.

He turns to glance at the man when he notices him watching, and then double-takes, a hand going out to steady himself on the horse's neck. No, no it can't be. The man's colouring is completely wrong.

Realising he's maybe been staring a bit, he calls out, "I beg your pardon. You bear an uncanny resemblance to someone I used to know before I came here."