"Then you should know to stay away. Bad enough to deal with Spectres at all, worse to know that a halfling exists." The word abomination practically begged to be spoken off of her tongue but she held it back. No matter how much sense it made it was clear enough to Trish that they were determined, that they'd go after that woman. "I'm sorry but you can't bring her back here, and Elder Johnson won't take to letting you stay very long if he finds that you are friends with her."

Another unspoken but still well meant warning, as if dissuading them from being friends with her would be so easy and simple.

Regardless of Trish and her words the very book that brought them to a new world pulsed with recognition and warmth. It disappeared from its place on the bedside table, and dropped near Alain, missing his head by a little half inch.