Kalia rose from the slick stone floor cautiously, looking around at the others who she found herself with. She backed away from them until she felt a wall behind her. One of them moved away, a darkly dressed man who moved toward a toppled statue, and that was a relief. These strangers could be any kind of people, and Kalia was not eager to discover how cruel they might be. The ephemeral confidence she'd worked up in that strange dream, or whatever it had truly been, was entirely gone now, along with the objects she'd acquired there.

Except perhaps that wasn't entirely true. As she examined herself to see if she'd been harmed, and to see if she still had her father's knife, Kalia found that she was wearing purple clothing. It was far nicer than anything she owned, and more colorful as well. Her normal garb was rough linen of earthy colors, so she had no idea where the nicer purple outfit had come from. For a moment she wished she could see how she looked, how the somewhat fancy clothing looked on her short and thin frame, but her mind returned to important matters soon enough. Such nonsense could wait until she was out of... wherever she was, and away from... whoever those people were.

Rather than moving toward the statue, Kalia went the opposite way from the man in dark clothes. There was another hall that way, with an opening to another room at the end of it. That seemed the most likely path to find a way out, so on she went. As she neared the other room her cautious instincts took over, and she slowed to examine the room before moving into it.