The moment that he had stepped inside of the carriage and closed the door, Fortune [i]knew[/i] that he had made a mistake trusting the letter that was currently nestled in a shirt pocket under his armor. Just looking around at the state of the 'carriage', the various and vastly different people and the state of the world outside of the windows were more then enough to suggest that he wasn't anywhere that could be located on one of the maps of the world...

According to common knowledge and myth, stepping into the cursed magical forest of Athel Loren was said to have an effect of transporting you into a different world but he hadn't been anywhere [i]near[/i] those cursed trees, let along taken the truly brave act of stepping into said forest. So what left at least two things that he knew of; Either he was at the mercy of a dangerously powerful wizard... or worse, a daemon itself. 

Despite a small gulp, he did he best to remain calm and keep his emotions under control; Panicking now would only screw him over. The opportunity to break free of... whatever vile sorcery this was would come, but he needed to bide his time. Watching the others in the carriage carefully, his eyebrow raised from under his helm at the woman who came over to ask if some of the other passengers where [i]his[/i]. 

Taking a moment to clear his throat, his voice sounded like it came from a young man... who had seen a lot and was mature beyond his years. "Ma'am, I have never seen either of them before in my life."  

[@Holmishire]