He tries to remember what that was. His last memory was... a town in Gillikin and all it's shades of purple, a half-finished report for the Queen to go back to Central via courier. Letters for Cain and DG and Helene to go by post. A comfortable inn but he'd been restless, debating going back downstairs to the bar for stew and a night cap.

A turn on a landing, a lazy misstep, and Liminal Space.

"And this journey will be...gone? For nothing?"