After the meeting with James, Fenna had gone to bed. First she had finished her ale in the quiet room and then removed her leather armour so she could go to bed in her undergarments. Although she was exhausted, sleep didn't want to come. Her mind was still processing the fight. In an attempt to stop that, she forced her mind to something that had puzzled her: how had she gotten here? Some of the others had publicly talked about dying, but she had no recollection of that happening herself. With nothing to distract her, she thought back to the last moment she recalled before waking up in the stone box (she refused to call it a coffin or a sarcophagus, or whatever fancy name death boxes could have). She was in the forest, with a colleague. They had parked the car and were outside, she hadn't eaten or drank anything out of the ordinary. Now it was a process of elimination. Signs of a heart attack? No. The sound of snapping branches or falling trees? No. The sound of an approaching vehicle? No. Pain? No. The only thing she could recall was a feeling of light-headedness, or maybe not light-headedness but a general sensation of feeling light. Then darkness and waking up in this world with her ranger gear. She sighed, she still didn't know how she got here. 

Eventually she fell asleep, but the early light of day woke her up. Unlike the previous morning where she woke up amid other people, she was alone now. Her bed was empty. How were her husband and children doing? How she missed them. However small the chance was, trying to find a way back to them was what kept her going. 

After she put on her leather armour again, she left the room, went downstairs and watched the sleeping Zell with a shake of her head, and went outside. Her eyes scanned the nearby roofs and sky. [i]Where are you, darling[/i], she thought to herself.
As she followed the main road towards the nearest gate, she heard the familiar sounds of a bird of prey. She extended her arm and her falcon companion flew down.

"There you are. I hope you had a good night." She smiled as the falcon looked back at her. "I've been thinking about it, and I'll name you Sil, after my grandmother, who loved the forest as much as I did." With no objections from the falcon, she walked around until she found a baker and bought herself a loaf of sweet bread, with honey and dried fruit in it.