//"I believe it wants me to rub it with my hands.."//

*The Elf turns a pale shade of pink and looks away*

Elmyra: How scandalous...

*She moves forward to pet the dog gently om its head*

*Jillian nods back, and smiles brightly.*
Jillian: Yes all the way from New Canaan... or Mid world. I honestly don't know where this place is though.
*Jillian shrugs, and gestures to the kitchen.*
Jillian: I saw the kitchen with working ice boxes, maybe we can get food there? I can also help forge if necessary!
*She then follows suit, and sits on one of the couches.*

*A lone man with a bird of prey perched on his shoulder steps out of the treeline, and he stops to examine the Room*
Man: Good as any place to stop.
*rests his hands on his arm blades, which hang from their scabbards, and he calmly whistles as he strides towards the door*

*Elmyra turns as she hears the whistle*

Elmyra: Perhaps it is the proper owner of this abode.

*She stands up ready to present herself. She looks at Jillian and nods for attention*

Elmyra: Let us be prepared to greet.

*Jillian can just make out the whistling, and quickly jumps up looking slightly panicked.*
Jillian: Yes.. let's go together!
*A look of concern crosses her face, as she strides up to the door with Elmyra, already ready to answer it.*
*Listens to the approaching whistler.*

*The man reaches the door and calmly knocks*
Man: Anyone present?

*Jillian opens the door, and manages to smile at the newcomer.*
Jillian: Yes we are present, Well met I am Jillian of Gilead.. Who are you?
*She keeps her smile though she gives the newcomer a heavy ocular pat down.*

*Elmyra nods in greeting at the man*

Elmyra: Salutations. Are you the owner of this... room?

*She keeps the door propped open*

Cassandra slowly opened her eyes, her arms extending out in an exhausted stretch.

Wait, this wasn't the bed she'd fallen asleep in. Shitty as it was, it wasn't quite this hard and flat.

Pushing herself into a sitting position with her elbows, it became readily apparent that she was, in fact, in some sort of forest. That definitely shouldn't be the case, she had been in that shit-stain of a hotel last she'd looked. Pinching the bridge of her nose in frustration, the brunette woman pushed herself to her feet, instinctively reaching out for her glasses only to realize the nightstand was (of course) not there.

"Aw fuck me," she muttered. "What now?"

Feeling a slightly pressure in her back pocket, she blinked in confusion, reaching back to feel the familiar bulge of her glasses case. "...Alright then. Sure, whatever. I'll take it."

After donning her glasses, the magus began her trek through the forest, listening carefully to the ambiance surrounding her. After several minutes of walking in a straight line down a worn path in the underbrush, she came upon...a door. Literally just a door, sitting there. "What the hell...is this some kind of reality marble?"

It could be a trap...but who was she kidding? She'd already been caught in it.

Reaching out to turn the handle, she pushed her way inside, casting a wary gaze to her surroundings.

*The man nods to both Jillian and Elmyra, but doesn't smile*
Man: Lecter. Devil Hunter. And no, I don't own this place.
*calmly inspects the pair behind his gray eyes, trying to gauge if they have any reaction from him announcing his profession. Meanwhile, his bird just cocks it's head and stares at the pair*

Jillian: Well met Lecter-
*Cassandra comes into the room from the back way, which is some distance from the front door, but Jillian is able to hear with her acute hearing.*
Jillian: I cry pardon! But think I heard a door open in back, I'll go check it out. Excuse me.
*She quickly walks away towards the noise, and her smile disappears to take on a more serious expression.*

Cassandra hears voices in the distance, taking a few steps inside the door. Pushing her spectacles up on her nose, she readies a Gandr in case they're hostile.

Or too interesting for their own good.

That's when she saw the cowgirl. Fuck, it was much worse than she thought: she was in Texas!

"...Hello there, erm, pardna."

*Jillian smile quickly returns, and she nods to Cassandra.*
Jillian: Well met, I am Jillian of Gilead and you are?
*She tilts her head at Cassandra's strange attire, but keeps smiling.*

Cassandra seemed equally perplexed by Jillian's outfit, but said nothing.

"Cassandra," she replied, withholding her surname. "Of....here and there. I was last in Chicago, however, which this most certainly is not. Might you tell me where we are?"

*Elmyra nods curtly without much greeting*

Elmyra: Perhaps this is a commune of some sort...

*She examines Cassandra and Lecter casually but with heavy calculation*

Elmyra: I am Elmyra. I believe the whole lot of us will be taking refuge here then.

*She pushes a bit of her raven colored hair behind her ear. She pauses when she hears Cassandra*

Elmyra:... Chicago?...

//"I've been travelling for what seems like ages... shame I am not familiar with our current residence.."//

Elmyra: We all just recently arrived here. We are unaware of whose home this may be.

*Jillian shrugs.*
Jillian: Well met Cassandra... and Chicago? Never heard of such a place.
*She briefly looks around, and shrugs again.*
Jillian: I actually have no clue where I am, or where this place is. To be honest, I was split from the rest of my tet, and found myself in this strange forest.
*She nods in agreement with Elmyra.*
Jillian: Looks like it... only person here was a little puppy. Place seems well kept though, and has electricity. So there must be someone else here, or something that takes care of this place.

"Never heard of Chicago, eh?" Cassandra, smirked. This was getting marginally interesting.

Her first instinct upon seeing Elmyra was to assume she was some sort of cosplayer. But her philosophy was to never jump to conclusions, and there definitely was real magecraft at play here.

"Refuge from what, precisely? I was sleeping peacefully--if uncomfortably--in my hotel room before this."

Elmyra: Pup..puppy? What an unworthy name for such a creature...

*Elmyra huffs to herself and looks around the room.*

//"Primitive.... Mon'keigh technology.."//

*Elmyra makes her presence known despite not being as priveleged in stature as her Eldar folk. *

*Jillian debates on disclosing what chased her through the forest, but her lack of trust of the people surronding her makes her hold back a great amount of detail.*
Jillian: I saw... some creatures in the forest, nothing my lead couldn't deal with... but still worth bringing up.
*Her eyes dart to everyone, examining their faces.*
Jillian: I can stand watch if necessary.
*Jillian smile quickly returns, as she answers Elmyra.*
Jillian: Well she is a puppy, ma'am.

*Elmyra catches sight of a bar near the corner of the room*

//"and an Ale shop? This abode is quite odd..."//

*Elmyra looks unsatisfied with calling the creature a puppy*

Elmyra: I see.

*She goes to wander near the bar and she notices hallways of rooms*

Elmyra: Yes... a commune.