As of this moment, Vrenille of course had no reason to think he was anywhere other than a different part of Tyria. A foreign part of Tyria perhaps, but his own world nonetheless. And that meant that he saw no reason to be anything other than forthright about what had happened to him, since to anyone in his world it would be perfectly plausible and within the realm of possibility.

"I fell off of an airship--there was some kind of explosion--and then I hit this portal...sort of. It's hard to explain. Anyway, I woke up here, wherever 'here' is."

Simple answer, just the facts. Facts, hopefully, that would satisfy the young man and maybe set them back on steadier ground. Granted, none of that explained why Vrenille was so calm. He could have explained that too if asked, but as it stood it simply didn't occur to him to point out that after being chased by mordem and chak and more pocket raptors than he could count, being chased by one lone werewolf seemed like the kind of thing he really ought to just take in stride.