Illyria, Skalia, Caerdicca. She's been to many worlds, spoken to the Master of the Straits, fought her way from lands long forsaken or long forgotten by Elua and all his kin.
But now she's at a loss. There's nothing familiar here, and the metal of the door under her hand is cold. The tile floor on her bare feet is chilling, and the silence even more so.
She is instantly on guard, a shiver down her spine.
typist: oflastresort arrival. approach at will, but she's gonna be a little freaked, obviously. phedre, from the kushiel's legacy.