Sibley opened her eyes, her head still turned to the ground, as she felt a small nudge at her boots. The badger was curiously examining her - where did this badger come from? It looked not unlike the ones she saw scampering around in the forest behind her farm. A knot of fear rose in her throat. Were they near - did this place used to be -

She forced herself away from the thought as another woman stepped toward her, offering a cloak of what appeared to be forest debris. Sibley lifted her eyes to look the woman over as she carefully accepted the offer. [b][color=#99ffcc]"Thank you for your kindness."[/color][/b] Her voice was small and weak, her words raspy from the pain in her mouth and throat.

The woman looked startlingly familiar. Sibley hesitated a moment, looking her over again and again. The cloak now wrapped tightly around herself, she looked again at the badger nudging at her boots.

No, it can't be.

Sibley turned and glanced once again at the others in the group. The woman who introduced herself as Ravness Beoulve seemed to think that the group was made up of heroes... from "throughout the ages"? The man dressed in scraps was asking about his home, and the man wearing equally bizarre dress read aloud notes detailing the peace and ultimate destruction of the kingdom, only to beckon forth a reanimated crow not a moment later. The old man who had offered his jacket to the scrap-wearing man was apologising for not recognising anyone present (in truth, Sibley herself didn't recognise very many present here; nor did she immediately want to be recognised until she was certain the company was good).

Perhaps it wasn't so impossible after all.

[b][color=#99ffcc]"Pardon me, ma'am,"[/color][/b] she nearly whispered, turning once again to the rugged woman who had generously given up her cloak. [b][color=#99ffcc]"Forgive my intrusion, but are you -"[/color][/b] a brief pause as she coughed dryly. [b][color=#99ffcc]"By chance, are you the Green Sage?"[/color][/b]