There was definitely an angel coming to his aid. The scratch of the broom subsided as a quiet but nonsensical series of syllables filled Edmund's ears, allowing him to blink and glance about. The soothing voice belonged to a veritable angelic being, complete with long golden hair in long waves around his face, golden eyes wide and fixed on the woman who gradually relented from her suspicious glower in Edmund's direction.

Taking his hands away from his face, he peered at the other youth in something like amazement and a great deal like gratitude. "That's...very good of you," Edmund said, with an anxious glance at the hovering shopkeeper. She still had that scratchy broom in tow. "Um...I just got to this place, as a matter of fact. I don't know how, quite. But I think I'd like to get out of here. Can you..."

Beseechingly, he extended a hand to the blond young man before him. "My name's Edmund. I, ah, don't speak this language...?" Or even know what land this is. Help, Al.