Doreah, rarely caught off-guard, jumped slightly at the realization that someone was talking to her. She gave a small smile, rubbing her bare arms for the heat that came from the friction. She did suppose that she stuck out like a sore thumb in this warmly dressed lot of people.
“I am,” But when he offered his hand for a handshake Doreah looked a little puzzled. Slowly, she reached out her own hand, not really knowing how to go about the gesture. “Doreah.”
“Ser,” She lowered her voice if only to be polite. It only seemed right to be respectful to Andy. He seemed helpful and wherever it was that she was, now, she had no business turning away those who would willingly come to her aid. “What land is this?”
It might have seemed like an odd question, she supposed. The whole situation was so bizarre that she considered the possibility that it was a fever dream or something similar. She’d heard stories of maegi who could mix potions that would create elaborate dreams, some that were even prophetic in nature, but what kind of prophecy would this be? It seemed far beyond even her own imagination.