An armoured hand clamped down on the hilt of Lucia's sword as she took in her surroundings. Wherever this was, it certainly wasn't the tavern she had been resting in. She looked at the architecture with a combination of confusion and awe as she wandered through the town. Were these ruins of some forgotten civilisation? Another plane? The metal carriages, the strange buildings and the single tower looking over the place were nothing like anything she had seen before. She frowned.
 
The knight stepped around a corner, then quickly retreated, peering out at a pair of figures with all the stealth one would expect from someone clad in steel plate. A pair of girls? They seemed unarmed from what she could see, and with their strange clothes, perhaps they knew more about this place than she did. Releasing her grip on her weapon, Lucia stepped out into the street and approached the teens.
 
"Please excuse my intrusion, my name is Dame Lucia of Whitehill. I am afraid I am quite lost at the moment. Would either of you know how to leave this place?"