[It's been a couple of days since her arrival and Darklaw has been industriously working to set herself into lodgings. The video opens in a small sparsely furnished room. From the look from of the room itself it seems to be in Fayren. There's a woman in view who looks mostly serious but there's a faint smile playing on her features as if she's rather amused by the whole affair.]

Common wisdom states that there is nothing beyond the walls of Labyrinthia. As such, it would seem that this collection of cities should be considered the deepest of heresies against the Storyteller. That this magic that could bring any here on a whim flies in the face of His Story.

[She stops for a brief second, her expression becoming more solemn somewhat.]

However, upon investigation I have discovered a few things that lead me to believe different. The major one being the recent infestation of dragons. [She's spent a few hours going over the more recent entries. She shakes her head.] Any member of the Inquisition would know what the significance of that would be. Dragons and black cats are the heralds of the gravest evil: the Great Witch Bezella, mother to all other witches and bringer of disaster.

[There's no small amount of loathing as she says that name.]

As such, as scant evidence as that is, I will see to it that I shall help bring the Storyteller's justice here as well. I am the High Inquisitor Darklaw, however little that title means here. Even without the Knights at my back, I shall try to do my best to serve this new found town until the Story states that I return.

[With that, she reaches out and turns off the video quickly.]

[The feed turns on, showing a young girl of about fifteen with orange-red hair. You wouldn't know it by looking at her, but she just woke up; even without her makeup or hair products on hand, she managed to make herself presentable and pretty with only her fingers. And waiting for the circles under her eyes to disappear. Just because she's in a strange place doesn't mean she has to look ugly.]

Hi! My name is Quinn, I'm a student at Lawndale High and vice-president of the Fashion Club. Um, so what is this place? I woke up in a bed that was kind of like something a princess or a soap star sleeps in, but I don't have any of my stuff with me.

I mean, I obviously got lost somehow. So can anyone tell me what's the quickest way back to Lawndale? I've got a Fashion Club meeting at Sandi's and she hates when people are late, you should've seen what she did to Stacy for showing up at 4:31 last week!