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[Alanna steps out onto the Plane, looking confused, her hand going to the hilt of her sword. She's in the market today, so she's clad in a fairly inconspicuous tunic and trousers, sword at her hip.] George? This isn't one of your tricks, is it? [she frowns thoughtfully] It doesn't look like any illusion I've ever seen. Maybe -

No, but I would know if I'd died and gone to the Black God's Realm.

What do you think, Faithful? [glancing down at the ground] Faithful?

[great, now her cat's gone. this is just too much. she draws her sword] Who's responsible for this? Show yourselves! I swear, if you've done anything to Jon, I'll-

[now she feels a little silly waving a sword at the darkness, so she sheathes it again, her free hand going to something tucked under her tunic at the base of her neck] No sign of magic anywhere. But this obviously isn't Corus. [she's still wary, keeping an eye out for any danger, and a ball of violet fire blossoms over the palm of one hand] There's no sense in standing around and waiting for something to sneak up on me - if things can sneak up here. There's not exactly much to hide behind. [she starts exploring her new surroundings]