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                   Liz had arrived in the strange place only a few moments ago.

                   Somehow she had landed right in the middle of a castle. It was 

                   rare that she would do that. And now Liz is glad of that. The 

                   moment the guards—or should she call them knights? They 

                   were wearing armor—had spotted her, they had taken her and 

                    dragged her to another part of the castle. They told her to go 

                    inside a room and talk to their lady. Liz doesn’t want to make 

                    them angry—who knows what they would do if she did?—but

                  she doesn’t want to bother the lady either. So she just hovers on

                 the outside of the door and clears her throat. When the lady tells

                her to come in, she walks in slowly, looking around and admiring

                the room as she does. It’s really a beautiful place. Old-fashioned

                but not in an off-putting way. It seems as if it’s stood for a 

                hundred years yet it also looks newly built. Quite simply it’s

                remarkable.

“Hello.”

                 Liz says with a friendly smile as she tears her eyes—reluctantly—

                  away from the beauty of the house—castle, more like—and

                   turns them towards the lady.

“You have a lovely home.”

                     Her mother had told her that starting off with a compliment

                     was always a good thing. Liz hoped that would be true in

                     this case.

“Your…um…guards told me to come in here and tell you what I’m doing here so…here I am.”

                         Though Liz has no idea how she’ll answer that question. She 

                         can’t exactly tell the truth. Telling the woman that she had 

                         come to the place by magic will either get her locked up or

                        killed, most likely. Judging by the old-fashioned feeling of 

                       the castle—and the knights outside—she had traveled in

                      time as well as space. Either that or she had stumbled upon a

                      medieval reenactment tourist attraction of some kind.

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                       —- Stunned would be an
          understatement. She is– nothing
          like anything Sansa has seen before,
          and maybe Arya could shed light
          on the people in Ulthos or the Free
          Cities but this girl is certainly not
          from Westeros. Cool blue eyes remain
          as such as she studies her clothes,
          hairstyle– everything that makes this
          foreigner different.

                     "Thank you. We’re in the
        process of rebuilding. Pray tell, who
        are you and what is your business
        with the North.“