Harrow sits up in a hurry and boggles at Jim. "You're a country guy?! I knew there was somethin' good about you! I'm from a redneck middle a' nowhere too!" In case that wasn't obvious. "Iowa must be just like Westfall! It's mostly flat, all wheat and corn and farmers?" He'll skip mentioning the castles, gnolls, and magical tornados.

He chuckles around the lip of his beer and mutters, "Shoot... Jim, we got too much in common. Maybe you and me, we're alternate dimension versions of each other? You think that can happen?"