Sir Cole’s eyes darted around the surroundings, the overwhelming amount of lights and sounds around him. His horse and the Crone was gone, leaving him with no familiar faces and a rapid heartbeat. When he felt stable upon his feet, he looked around for someone idle, his mind addled with confusion.

When he spotted you (who seemed idle enough), he confidently approached, bowing his head politely before speaking,

“I am Sir Cole Lyons of Norwich, at your service,”

He greet, looking down at you,

“I possess inquiries about this land. Where might I be?”