Duma kept a neutral face as he listened. That sounded about right - agreeing to come here with no knowledge of the consequences. He breathed a heavy sigh, ribs aching briefly from the effort of it. "Preya is a place to come when you want to escape, need a change or a second chance," he started explaining, "But... But you can't leave. You can never leave. Sometimes people disappear but we do not know why. The high council says there is nothing to be concerned about but I think they are lying." This was probably not something Samandriel wanted to hear but it was the truth.