Nicote failed to keep a straight face and the very edge s of his mouth curled up ever so slightly. "Alright, I suppose. And you?"

She smiled. "Well, you know I guess I'm doing well for landing in a land that's going to kill me when I walk outside, and rudely intruding into random people's basements." She said.

"True enough. Oh, uh, by the way, if anyone asks, do not tell them you're from the Darkness, connected with Wintren Branzenl or any of his folk. Or that you dropped through a wormhole. They do not take very kindly to the firs ttwo and as the for the last one....There is a good reason some secets must stay secret.\ The speak of abilites, however, is quite normal."

"Who the what?" She asked trying to take in the random words he had said. She tapped her finger to her mouth. "Well I don't usually tell people about the wormholes, although most people would die if they tried going through one because of the weird time differences."

"Most would die. Huh, so jsut how ar eyou not dead?"

She frowned raising an eyebrow. "Now why should I tell you." She asked. she was pretty sure he wouldn't betray her by using it or telling others, but then again she had only met the guy.

"If you've gone through so many yet others oculd die, it's either becuase of your abilties or youre doing something." Nicote shrugged.

She crossed her arms and sarcastically said. "Oh great, how did I never think about that." She was tempted to tell him that was exactly it but she didn't feel like lying. "No, it's something different." She ended up saying.

NIc raise his eyebrow. "Not abilities nor knowledge. Weird"

She nodded. "I know right, surprising." She frowned at him. "Now should I tell you the real reason." She said tapping a finger to her lip thoughtfully.