“This... ain’t right, is it?” Haizea remarks, looking at their surroundings. Under different circumstances, she’d love to go swimming on a beach as quiet as this, but the general sense of ‘wrongness’ is ruining the mood entirely.

“I haven’t seen one of these since I was a kid,” she says, pointing at a piece of rudimentary tech that has long since been replaced by magitek. She walks out onto the porch and squints a bit. “I think we’re in Bamborough?”