"A .. plane?" Ned asks, brows gathering at the center with some confusion. Although he has long since lost the reaction of being startled or shocked when someone speaks of things he cannot even begin to fathom - televisions, computers, cell phones, other electronic devices - he still finds that he has much to learn about what sorts of advances and technology other worlds seem to have. It always makes him a bit reflective, wondering why it was that Westeros, for all of its glory, seemed so far behind other worlds.

He shakes his head a bit, taking a step forward.

"Forgive me, but I've not heard of such a thing before - is it a method of transportation? Similar to that of a horse or carriage?" There's a pause before he continues, "Perhaps it matters not, what a plane is. What matters is that you have wound up here. I am afraid you're in a village without a name, and I have even fewer answers as to why you might be here with the rest of us. We have yet to discern a pattern for each arrival. But, if you would like, I can lead you to the Inn at the center of town, get for you a meal and some drink, and try to answer whatever questions you may have - even if said answers are rather scarce."