[ No vanishing, no tricks. It's actually him, there in all his gloom and doom and opting to lean against one of mirrors casually, arms folded. If the maze and the mischief within bothers him at all, there's no show of it. ]

There's no fixed location for the carnival. [ Something he says with a shrug. Exactly how the place gets around is a mystery to him, apart from 'it's magic'. That much is already all too obvious to them both. ] Might be difficult to stick a road to something always on the move.

[ But Strange has explored the King's Roads, which is more than Childermass has managed to do thus far. He can only make an educated guess. Not that it'll matter, depending on how the magician ended up here. ]

Speaking of which, how did you find your way here?