"Right, the commuicator." He glances sideways, the direction his is affixed. At least he has a name for it. "It is more advanced than what Taimi had come up with. The most advanced technology I've seen that isn't built with magic, runs on steam instead."

Maybe these are worlds that don't have much magic? He can't really envision what that must be like, when it's integral to Tyria's whole existence.

He turns to look back at the... disorganized heap. It's really no less daunting than it was before. "I wonder if everything here is of a similar design, besides personal items."