[Does he know stories? He can't remember. He just has a sense of awe and terror when he thinks gods, something elemental and far beyond his meager humanity.

But looking around--well, their surroundings are impressive enough, but not beyond human comprehension. Or dimension.]

Oh, that's a good point. I guess the architecture doesn't really scream 'scary,' either. Kinda feel like the people here just appreciate the finer things in life.

[He sticks out a hand with an open, friendly face.]

I'm Prompto Argentum! It's nice to meet you, even if we're both, uh. Dead. Apparently.