Trish was suddenly grateful that they hardly saw anyone from the outside, though maybe not all of them were so easily confused. Granted, it all made much more sense when he asked if he was dead or not. "Dead individuals do show up here, but I'd say neither of you fit the bill. The dead bleed black and feel cold, after all."

With that out of the way she freed her hands from the busy work and waved one in a simple, unambitious greeting. "Pleased to meet you, Cuthbert. You're in the Forest Town called Mystic, East of Arpagio. The woman seemed quite familiar with this place when she wasn't cursing up a storm and crying, said she was 'home', but I don't think I've ever seen a person so upset to return home."