The realm of Tabula Rasa has its share of strange sights, many of which Thor has witnessed over the months. Spying a man in his bedclothes wielding a simple length of wood as though it were the deadliest of weapons would not be noteworthy in and of itself, but that that man so closely resembles a dear (and long thought lost) friend piques Thor's interest immediately, the warning falling on far from deaf ears.

Indeed, it is those same ears that notice the most telling clue of all: the accent. It sounds Midgardian, though the cadence, the phrasing, could very well be that of Fandral the Dashing. But surely Thor would have heard of his arrival if he had already time to acclimate to the mortal garb?

"Curse?" he echoes. "What curse?"