Great, someone else who didn't appreciate the majesticness of Marrowood; seriously why did no one like hell dimensions anymore? In the ninties everyone would've loved it. Even in the late 1800's, Jeanette would've bet her last dollar that this would've been super popular. A break from the black plague and everything.
"Yeah? Being sucked into a vortex of terror? Civil war between your races? Oh! Invasions, right? It's always invasions. No one likes a good invasion." Ooooooh, but wouldn't that be fun. It'd be interesting to see what aliens tasted like. "Well, at the very least you're alive, right?" Or maybe not, Jeanette wasn't but most people here seemed like the were. She heard a pulse in the girl at least.
"Get yourself some time to lament. Or weep. Or just get drunk I suppose, whatever tickles your enticing little pickle there, sweetling."