Jane glances around the room, bewildered. She had been studying a musty old alchemy tome when the library around her had suddenly faded, and she found herself in this quaintly bizarre place. An equally peculiar individual was on the ground near a window, peering out into what appeared to be a scene in wintertime. Since when did it snow in Coalhaven?...

Warily she approached the grounded figure, as curious as she was uneasy. "Good evening?... Would you be so kind as to tell me where we presently are?"