She gathered the blanket gracefully given permission and settled back on the edge of the chair, trying to think where best to even...begin. It had been such a long road..."I am late come of Rhystead abbey, in the north of High Hallack. In my...flight...I left the land of the Dales and through the Wastelands into the older lands far beyond. Texts call it Escore, though it is not a land open to travel or trade and such may no longer be it's name," she sighed.

"I do not know the lands and bounds of Escore, I but ran, but the chase was ending. I found myself in a cave with the Hunter blocking the sun at the door when the stone at my back faded and I fell. Lord Jason found my near the rocks I fell upon after." That was...as best she knew?

"Tales tell of gates in the world but they are tales far older than I, the most recent of such was in the Kolder war, and controlled by the enemy, how such might lead to whereever this my be I do not know."