1st Strike [Action]

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[There’s a tall, curved blonde figure standing in the plane.]

What the –

[She seems rather shocked. Probably a new arrival.]

Where…how…where am I? A dream…but I didn’t fall asleep…

[The woman is looking around now, taking in the strangeness, and the ever shifting stars.]

That strange shop…what is this? Clare!? Clare, can you hear me? Dammit…

[It doesn’t matter, now, that she has no idea where she is, or how she came to be here from the inn – what matters is that Clare is not with her, and she is unarmed. Spotting someone else, she is in front of them before they can blink, silver eyes coolly focused.]

I take it you know where I am? And how I got here? I would…appreciate some answers.

[Her tone is cool and slightly mocking, no remnant of the panic that was in it just before.]

And also…I’m looking for someone – a little girl, long brown hair and green eyes, answers to Clare. Where is she?

[If anything happened to Clare…there will be hell to pay.]