[h3]Falke, Main Gates[/h3]
	Rebecca initially felt somewhat intimidated by the other woman, beginning to see her armor and stature as somewhat imposing, but she could only stare with bewilderment when she was asked such a bizarre question. She could only assume that she meant “Nethergate,” though the mistake made her wonder who in the world she could possibly be.

	“That's a pretty vague description,” Rebecca answered. “Why would something like that be in Nethergate? There's not much there except for demons and hunters with shoddy tools. How much do you know about this thing, exactly?” Rebecca leaned back a little to listen to Chambala as she spoke to her. Rebecca shrugged in response. She didn’t really know what could prompt her to take on that tone of voice and still not tell her what the problem was, but she supposed it was better to trust her friend in case they ended up getting into more trouble over it.

	“Do you mind if we continue this conversation outside?” She asked the gold-clad woman, gesturing to the gates with her free hand.