[The more people Quentin talks to here, the more the whole "quaint medieval village" familiarity starts to wear off. He can't decide if that's a comfort or not, being somewhere that's farther left of Fillory than he first thought.]

Yeah, uh- [His face goes through some complicated maneuvers as he tries to put the last hour into words.] I've missed pretty much everything up until this afternoon?

[Sorry, buddy, you've got yourself a n00b.]

It sort of all seemed kind of tame until, like, the random execution ashes.