[He lowers his sad attempt at a weapon, and try as he might he can't help but wear his relief on his sleeve. After such a painful and terrible feeling as shrinking down, he is more than happy with evading anymore agony or violence.]

I suppose I have.

[And in so short a time.]

I arrived in Deerington recently — days before the Kalends of October. I'm... not sure where Deerington ends and this place begins, though.